My Hardwood Floor

I like laying on the floor      
sometimes naked        
feeling the coolness on my skin      
sometimes my nipples grow    
when I'm dreaming      
of the passion this floor has seen  
      
I have so many memories      
that involve my floor      
I just lay here and think      
sometimes curled up in a ball      
those are the bad days      
the days I just shut myself off  
     
It's so peaceful here      
dreaming, thinking, and crying      
my floor listens to all my desires      
to all my sins and all my guilt      
I've never met a man      
as supportive as my floor  
     
This is my happy place      
when I want to be alone      
but no,        
my floor does not talk back to me      
it's just a floor      
old and weathered and worn
     
Maybe our spirits are intertwined      
idk, but I like to think      
I am a resilient as my floor      
and as supportive to my loved one      
as these hardwood boards