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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...
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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