Her Bed Is An Oasis Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

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

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Joseph Narusiewicz

Joseph Narusiewicz

So St Paul, Minnesota
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