Swimming in the Nude
A haiku under the blue skies
Blue Corsica Skies,
her body oozes hotness.
Swimming in the nude.
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Peeping_Soul
I am an executive who likes spending time reading and writing about almost everything under the sun.I love writing within the cusp of relationships, history, and creativity where boundaries are blurred, and possibilities are immense.
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