by Wayne Wysocki
We go to bed
In my room of pink,
And I really think
He likes the pink--
My room of pink.
We go to sleep
In my room of pink,
In my bed we sink.
He likes the pink--
My room of pink.
And we make love
In my room of pink,
With a nod and wink.
He likes the pink--
My room of pink.
Copyright © 2026 Wayne Wysocki
🩷 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 6:38 PM UTC
by Wayne Wysocki
We go to bed
In my room of pink,
And I really think
He likes the pink--
My room of pink.
We go to sleep
In my room of pink,
In my bed we sink.
He likes the pink--
My room of pink.
And we make love
In my room of pink,
With a nod and wink.
He likes the pink--
My room of pink.
Copyright © 2026 Wayne Wysocki
🩷 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷
Request permission to use this poem