Perfect Bed Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Perfect Bed



And there I saw the perfect bed.
Just the perfect size, height width everything I could have dreamt.
I imagined the perfect sleep in my perfect bed.
Never quite seeing home the same again.
It came equipped with sheets and blankets even a heated mattress.
This bed was better than anything I could have imagined.
I climbed her leg and slipped myself in her pocket.
I haven't slept this good in a long while

Wednesday, January 4, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: bedtime,for her,infatuation ,sleep,sleeping
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Kewayne Wadley

Kewayne Wadley

Groton, Connecticutt
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