BOUNCING COUPLE

On each other we, naked, pounce
And on the bed begin to bounce.
The bed becomes our trampoline
In the marital bedroom scene.

We leer at bouncing bobs and bits,
The 'danglies', 'love-handles' and 'tits',
Give each other a crafty feel,
Let out a ticklish laugh or squeal.

On our knees, we go up and down,
Until our faces wear no frown,
Facing each other hand-in-hand,
Then one-on-one our bodies land.

Every ardent downward thrust
Reciprocated in our lust,
Until we orgasmically
Come with our moaned-out ecstasy.