Her Bed Is An Oasis
Sate beaches of dawn
Her brass bed wet
Elegant words like aqua roses
Poetry the true seed of lovers
Come back to me with legs open
I need to hear your silk
She has left me for the crowd
Gossip like ropes of mediocrity
Sometimes it takes guts to cum
Her bed is an oasis
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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