My Smoker Poem by Edwina Reizer

My Smoker



A puff of smoke was in the air.
I've always hated that smell.
But as I wanted your lips on mine
I figured what the hell.
Hold your breath and forget the smell
and think of the lovely trip
that takes you way beyond the smoke.
You'll be in heaven for a while.
There'll be plenty of time to choke.

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Edwina Reizer

Edwina Reizer

LAKEWOOD, NJ
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