On the ceiling

Beneath him they are on the ceiling
his naked body covering hers
her long legs cross him like a ribbon

He makes love to her
and she watches every
bend and thrust he makes

The room spins, his view from the ceiling
he now beneath her
watching her backwards and down

She makes love to him
and he feels it
her warmth tightening around him

Leaning back her fair hair
dangles on his chest
his hands glide from her rib cage

Cupping her soft breasts
her nipples slip through,
finger to finger

They are on the ceiling
making love
surrounded in a red hot glow

He slithered his way down
to her throbbing bud,
rubbing gently with hard hands

Finding her release
all over him and his inside her,
from the ceiling