For my dearest 'Bonsai', Free at Last |
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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 ...
Thank you for this, Tara. He was always glad when you came by and took good care of him.
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DeleteI loved him, Roro, I dug his quirky ways. He 'did it his way' for sure. And we all made sure he got what he wanted and needed because he was our BOY!!
ReplyDeleteLovely, just lovely. The thought and the photograph.
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