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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 ...
Very nice. I've never been to Barcelona.
ReplyDeleteIt's a beautiful city.
ReplyDeleteA lovely photo, Tara. I love the composition of this.
ReplyDeleteLovely. And somehow haunting.
ReplyDeleteNice! I love all the "lines."
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