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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 pretty.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sharon. This is the town of Rousillon in southern France.
DeleteA lovely photo of a warm and sunny time.
ReplyDeleteIt was a great time, that's for sure.
DeleteLovely.
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