My Bed Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

My bed

My bed has for long time
-been used by single I
-a bond is between us
-I never thought of but
-today do, so somehow

My bed talks as do wives
-wants to take control
-uses all the manners
-with trick if she fails
-sweet talks mostly if
-am good and obeying
-following her orders

My bed is both a john and monster
-in nights she matches me with the girls
-makes their lips so sweet that I kiss
-and bodies that are made supreme
-genitals that I touch with all means
-use hand and my moustached-lips
-and of course genital that tells me:
-wake old man you fell for bed-tricks

My bed is an expert as monster
-she tells me stories of horror
-pushes me to become an actor
-then sets fights, gives me gun
-some sword or, a sharp knife
-if not, gives medicine or dagger
-teaches me how to cheat, kill
-shed blood, dismember…

Oh my bed
Oh my bed
Oh my bed

My bed is doubtlessly a master
-of most arts…
-she gives birth, uproots and destroys
-apocalypse and nightmare
-all of them are her games…