I dropped onto my empty bed,
It's so empty, that traitorous bed!
"Choose!" I demanded haughtily,
"between the jealous air and me!"
By God! that lecherous bed said naught,
Why would he? He's always warmed,
By my willing body in his arms.
If not, the naked air is in his folds,
So he always has someone to hold.
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