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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...
Gorgeous!
ReplyDeleteout the kitchen window in "our" Paris Apartment.
DeleteLove your way of seeing! Thank you!
ReplyDeletethank you for this -- I so appreciate it when people 'get it'
Deletemission accomplished! Thanks, Rain.
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautiful, Tara.
ReplyDeleteLovely!
ReplyDeleteThat's good.
ReplyDeleteI like it.
All the best Jan