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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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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...
Love these photos, Tara. Did you transport yourself back to the 50s? Fantastic!
ReplyDeleteyes, yes I did.
DeleteThese black and whites are splendid! You've got some good momentum.
ReplyDeleteThank you, am, my photo class is really inspiring me.
DeleteNo words needed -- these are fantastic.
ReplyDeleteThank you, E., and thanks for stopping by!
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