Palm Sheets Poem by Dead Beat Poet
Palm Sheets
I feel as if,
my skin is on fire.
When you look at me,
I fill with desire.
It's a mad world,
we all know this.
But the two of us,
will only know bliss.
Between the sheets,
is where we will be.
Then we rest,
in a palm tree.
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poems By Dead Beat Poet
Best Poems
Best Member Poems
Best Classical Poems
New Poems
New Poets
Best Member Poets
Best Classical Poets
Explore Poems
Explore Poets
Poem Of The Day
Love Poems
Baby Poems
Death Poems
Sad Poems
Birthday Poems
Wedding Poems
Nature Poems
Sorry Poems
Hero Poems
Poetry E-Books
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
8/28/2026 1:38:26 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
