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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...
Stunning, evocative, powerful
ReplyDeletebless you
DeleteLove this, Tara. Beautiful in every way.
ReplyDeletefrom one of my fav photogs, thanks Robin
DeleteWow! That's a fine photo!
ReplyDeleteTY, am. From such a visual artist as yourself, that means a lot.
Delete:)
ReplyDeleteback at cha, darlin'!
DeleteVery powerful photograph. I keep coming back to look at it.
ReplyDeleteI am glad it calls to you. I love it, and every time I see it I can't believe my good fortune in having seen it.
DeleteIt's not often you see a photo and think "I've never seen that before". But, well, "I've never seen that before!"
ReplyDeleteI appreciate that, John. I get so visually 'burnt out' sometimes that nothing seems new.
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