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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 ...
Such an interesting perspective.
ReplyDeleteA real "behind the scenes" shot. ;-)
DeleteFour politicians no doubt.
ReplyDeleteFascinating image. The three horsemen and one horsewoman of the Apocalypse? The Su ight? The Sunlight? To the Ultra? Marathon? Three grey horses? Three palominos? Where on earth could this be? Love it!
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