At The Window
A middle-aged couple, we gaze out
our living room window,
my face pressed
against the cool pane.
You tenderize
my earlobe,
hike up my skirt, drop it down
over our hips
and slide into me.
Once again, nerve endings shiver
all through my body
as two silver shadows
slow-tango
across the vinyl siding
of the house next door.
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