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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...
That's beautiful.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. Yoga. Where?
ReplyDeleteA ceramic studio in Sacramento
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ReplyDeletePS. Tara, how do I replace that 'G' avatar with a personal one? I do have a Google pic, but it doesn't load on some sites. :-)
ReplyDeleteGlorious shapes and colours.
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