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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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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...

Very pretty.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sharon. This is the town of Rousillon in southern France.
DeleteA lovely photo of a warm and sunny time.
ReplyDeleteIt was a great time, that's for sure.
DeleteLovely.
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