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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...

Everything about this evocative image moves me. Yet another of your photos that engages my attention in a sustained way. Thank you for this.
ReplyDeleteI was quite taken with this little girl wandering about the bistro we were eating in. Happy, very, with the outcome of the image.
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