Bed Of Lust Poem by DOMINIC PREMPEH
Bed Of Lust
Every insect in my room knows the sound of my moans
Every wood under my bed knows the strength of my thrust
Every corner of my room has felt the body of my ladies
Every sand in my room knows the moves I make
The bed of lust; all have tasted
Wobbling under me and over it
It has kept my secrecy ever since
And has never been angry even with the obese
(May,2013. Ofoase)
last stanza is very impressive, i loved reading the poem, thanks for sharing if you find time please read some of my poems and leave your comments
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5/15/2024 7:27:25 PM # 1.0.0.1119
You are in love wih yourself! you are in extasy!