Thursday, February 22, 2018

Some Magic

Men, like dogs, bow before wolves, licking their wounds...stand in the queue, to be first on the femme fatale. It has ever been so, and will ever be, I guess...for some scent on the air, some er'e in a mans desire...

...to bad.


Written by Bruce James Clyde, at Deming, New Mexico

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