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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 ...
Ah yes, 1976. Lovely. Recently was able to see the adult children of my first cousins at a family gathering for the first time every. I was struck how much they look the way we did in 1976, with their fresh youthful enthusiasm and passion for life. We still have that but in a mature form!
ReplyDeleteTara! This is such a beautiful photograph. Look at you, so young and ready for the world. Love this!
ReplyDeleteand I am the very lucky guy.
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