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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 ...

Lovely with the light coming through.
ReplyDeleteI love this photo, Tara. I love that lace. It's so beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThe lace is so beautifully detailed, Tara, and the sunsets it off beautifully.
ReplyDeleteAn unusual but very effective photo. I particularly like the way the bright colours in the lower portion are contrasted with the muted, filtered shades coming through the lace.
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