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1,001 Erotic Lights
neon-light-dystopia:
arnold-ziffel:When the morning light kisses her… as she dreams of your kisses…
arnold-ziffel: When the evening light kisses her… and awakens her needs… SFT edit… sorry
married-to-a-redhead: Recently, in light of all that is going on in the world, I have seen many blogs say if you don’t agree with me on my politics, stop following me and we can’t be friends. There are many many blogs on Tumblr that I don’t agree
jacksapeka: salgrosso: yungbwc: scrumptioussaladsalad: hollowtowers: my goal is to be the most healed, strong, empowered, peace-filled, light emanating, disciplined, and joyful person i can be. Fuck this is so perfect🤤😈 😳 😜🤤🔥
naughtyaiva: scrumptioussaladsalad: hollowtowers: my goal is to be the most healed, strong, empowered, peace-filled, light emanating, disciplined, and joyful person i can be. That wink 😏♥️
theotherpoems:The Joy of TravelingYou walk in, demure, your polka dot dress a classic, Simple stockings. Low heels. At least, for you. Gently cuffed and collared.The lights are low. And maybe no one will notice. But maybe they will. Of course they will.
cheeks31:It’s warm and soft in my bed. The light slowly creeps through the thin curtains and onto your face. You can hear the birds outside. Your hands don’t have to search far for my warmth. My soft smooth legs and feet are pressed up against
verso-poetico:The artist gives light and paints the art so that we understand another hidden reality. Artist Nikita Busyak.
huariqueje:Morning Light in Manhattan - Vincent GiarranoAmerican , b. 1960 -Oil , 6 x 8 in. 15.2 x 20.3 cm
night-bright-light:
abidawn:Lights! Flashing! Electric!
cssnder:— Frank Bidart, from “Half-light: Collected Poems 1965-2016; ‘The Third Hour of the Night’", published c. 2017
ybon-paramoux:Monica in the City of Lights
iampinpia1:Morning light
marquiseoftease:Part 2Slow strokes Light touchesLeaving you aching. Wanting for more
her-tender-heart:The brain appears to possess a special area which we might call poetic memory and which records everything that charms or touches us, that makes our lives beautiful.Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being
quickienewyork:Kneeling Between UsWhen she kneels between us her eyes light up.On occasion we make her wait there because it’s just so much fun to see. She looks up at us, and her head moves back and forth along with her hand. She runs her fingers up
