There's a bit of chat at the beginning, but James brings me some comfort with his words. And then the music...brilliant!
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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 ...
That is lovely! Thanks.
ReplyDeleteLovely music, Tara. So good to hear in these times.
ReplyDeleteWonderful.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful song. thank you.
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