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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... -
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 ...
This is so cool, Tara. Very beautiful and evocative.
ReplyDeletethanks, Robin. It's an oldie but a goodie.
DeleteLovely. No matter how often I see them and in what colors I still love them.
ReplyDeletebeing old, is being great....but you know that.
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