I prefer the floor
Not the bed

For the bed
Is not a bed
But a mouth
With her tongue out
Calling me to rest
On her soft body

And only when she sees
That I am at ease
Does her mouth begin to close
But just as her sharp teeth
Are about to cut into me
I leap! And am caught
By the floor

I prefer the floor
Not the bed

Because the bed
Is not a bed
But a bed of wet sand
But not quite like a beach
Calling me to rest
On her soft body

And I sink smoothly
Into her embrace
But only when
I am just about out of breath
I leap! And am caught
By the floor

I much prefer the floor