To Be a Bicycle Seat

I wrote a poem yesterday while I was in Freiburg, sitting at a bar and watching students go by. I think it's a pretty funny poem.

To be a bicycle seat.
That sure would be neat.
To stay warm between your thighs
As you exercise.

Sweat that trickles makes me groan.
Proof that you love what you own.
Sadly your work during the day
Will with nights rain be washed away

Never sit up and give me air.
I'd rather that you just sat there
As I'm slowly smothered to death,
Taking you in with my last breath.