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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 ...
Thank you for this portrait. One of the first images this morning for me. God bless the child who has his own.
ReplyDeleteI love his casual pose, lolling on the grass at the park. A sweetheart.
DeleteReally lovely photo. Such a face, such a moment.
ReplyDeleteYes, that face spoke to me!
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