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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...

Lovely. I'd like to be there right now.
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful, Tara.
ReplyDeleteNow there's a nice place to escape to...
ReplyDeleteO my goodness. If that's not California, it still reminds me that I'm still homesick for California coast. Looking at your photo is just like being there again with all my senses experiencing joy. Gracias!
ReplyDeleteThinking about you!
ReplyDeleteThis is a very peaceful looking view, Tara, and I hope you spent some wonderful time looking at that water and sky as I certainly would have done too!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
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