White textured ceiling
Your body over mine
Feeling tense and uneasy
You’re making me cry

With every no
You push harder
Leaving marks on my skin
That will take a while to fade

You don’t listen to my cries
Or my plea to stop
All I can do
Is just lay there still

Your body is shaking
Leaving you breathless
Whilst all I can focus on
Is that white textured ceiling