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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 ...
Stunning, evocative, powerful
ReplyDeletebless you
DeleteLove this, Tara. Beautiful in every way.
ReplyDeletefrom one of my fav photogs, thanks Robin
DeleteWow! That's a fine photo!
ReplyDeleteTY, am. From such a visual artist as yourself, that means a lot.
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ReplyDeleteback at cha, darlin'!
DeleteVery powerful photograph. I keep coming back to look at it.
ReplyDeleteI am glad it calls to you. I love it, and every time I see it I can't believe my good fortune in having seen it.
DeleteIt's not often you see a photo and think "I've never seen that before". But, well, "I've never seen that before!"
ReplyDeleteI appreciate that, John. I get so visually 'burnt out' sometimes that nothing seems new.
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