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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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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...
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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 ...
Love this beautiful seasonal-lit moment.
ReplyDeletethank you. yes, downtown is quite beautifully lit up. a merry sight.
DeleteShiny snowflakes. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteyes, something magical here
DeleteWinter lights are a delight, aren't they? Thank you for this glimpse as winter solstice approaches.
ReplyDeletethere are areas of downtown where all the lights are blue. pretty, too, but I think classic white is where it's at!
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