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A Poem Written Long Ago
When my hand brushes your nipple, An electric shock runs between my legs And surprises me there. When my hand glides against The curve of ...
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So here we go, 2025. Many did not come along with us. We persist for now. I admit to a certain amount of melancholy this season. I spent Ch...
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When my hand brushes your nipple, An electric shock runs between my legs And surprises me there. When my hand glides against The curve of ...
How'd it go?
ReplyDeleteHellish, of course. My stuff not so bad, but the Mister had the movers pack and we can't find a damn thing!!! Plus, it was only 111 degrees (seriously, I kid you not). I went to the store and purchased copious amounts of ice cold fruit juices for the moving guys. We'll all live, but I'm feeling pretty snappish right about now. Thanks for ckg!
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