There's a bit of chat at the beginning, but James brings me some comfort with his words. And then the music...brilliant!
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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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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...
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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 ...
That is lovely! Thanks.
ReplyDeleteLovely music, Tara. So good to hear in these times.
ReplyDeleteWonderful.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful song. thank you.
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