Clock On the Wall

As their pulses quicken even more I hang quietly here above the door Excited I am too as they quicken the pace I have two hands up trying to cover my face Like a voyeur watching their naked bodies meet Turned on now, but my heart doesn't miss a beat Embarrassed just a little at their love making I don't mean to notice how long they are taking Faster and faster until they reach ultimate ecstasy Later they will awake and gingerly look up to me