In Your Bed

How good it must be In your bed Let me slip beneath the pile The sky tells me nothing worthwhile It will rain again it said And me so alone in my bed I think of people of my years Who take wives, husbands, or lovers For their stormy nights ahead How good it is In your bed How the feathers are so snug I would enter like a drug If you weren't so noisy right Too many sermons in the night Are you scared of me touching you? Open your sheets Shut your mouth too