Do you ever think the neighbors shout,
"See them there, through open window yonder?"
As we stand, threadbare and proud
No worldly inhibitions betwixt us
A stunning glory of aging pale flesh-
Moving with the rhythm of primal desire
And the fiercest of loyalties

Let the neighbors avert their eyes
As our combined gasps come crashing-
A tidal wave of passion-
Set to annoy these quiet streets

I wish the neighbors knew the truth,
I don't feel a drop of shame
For the things, I do with you
As you arch your back
Against my chest-
My fingers tangled through your hair
A beast both achingly hungry-
And filled with contentment

I hope the neighbors see,
When they shout to one another,
"See them there, through open window yonder"
The burning heat of our desire,
Manifests as growing steam-
A collapsing view on foggy surface
Punctuated by your clenching palms
And my big shoulders-
As love demands, we switch positions