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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...
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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