Friday, November 9, 2018

Thighs By Smokey Dodge

I place my hand between them it's
magic every time.
Some things never go out of style.






About Smokey Dodge:
Smokey Dodge is a poet, Musician, Teacher and drifter of this world.
We may never meet more than today.
But just Incase this is goodbye.

I got nothing but love to share.
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