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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...
Very nice. I've never been to Barcelona.
ReplyDeleteIt's a beautiful city.
ReplyDeleteA lovely photo, Tara. I love the composition of this.
ReplyDeleteLovely. And somehow haunting.
ReplyDeleteNice! I love all the "lines."
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