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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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...
That is lovely! Thanks.
ReplyDeleteLovely music, Tara. So good to hear in these times.
ReplyDeleteWonderful.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful song. thank you.
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