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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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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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I sit here in Falls Church, Va., about 8 miles from the White House in DC. In 3 hours El Cheeto, Fuckface von Clownstick, will be swor...

This is so cool, Tara. Very beautiful and evocative.
ReplyDeletethanks, Robin. It's an oldie but a goodie.
DeleteLovely. No matter how often I see them and in what colors I still love them.
ReplyDeletebeing old, is being great....but you know that.
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