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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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I sit here in Falls Church, Va., about 8 miles from the White House in DC. In 3 hours El Cheeto, Fuckface von Clownstick, will be swor...

That's beautiful.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. Yoga. Where?
ReplyDeleteA ceramic studio in Sacramento
DeleteGorgeous
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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