Into the floral patterns of our bedpost

I get the first part of this line, but what they wanted to say with "into the floral patterns of our bedspot?

Sorry if it's unapprioate, I just saw this text and trying to understand new things I find.

But now I'm 85, and somehow, I feel more alive. I turn my hearing aid up and bump Jurassic 5. And when it comes to the bedroom... well hopefully, every once in a while, she lets me knock her boots into the floral patterns of our bedpost, then hold her head close like death isn't chasing us, planning on erasing us, and replacing us with better versions of us, reshaping us, remaking us, then recreating us with new identities so we can make new memories.