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She bends over, her buttocks on show while she puts her shoes away She never looks through the window I never can make contact with her across the street and expose me and my desire It is hot, it's blowing so hot through the city that I would leave space in between us, caress her only lightly, not lie against her and first put out the light or close the curtains, with a ***** by the window, happy to lie awake from the heat, next to her close to her body
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Nov 26, 2022
Nov 26, 2022 at 3:10 AM UTC
Across the street
She bends over, her buttocks on show while she puts her shoes away She never looks through the window I never can make contact with her across the street and expose me and my desire It is hot, it's blowing so hot through the city that I would leave space in between us, caress her only lightly, not lie against her and first put out the light or close the curtains, with a ***** by the window, happy to lie awake from the heat, next to her close to her body
Painting "Night windows" (1928, Edward Hopper) Collection "NightWatch"
Zywa
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Amsterdam
Nov 26, 2022
Nov 26, 2022 at 3:10 AM UTC
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