...a choice carnal...

 

..a choice most carnal...

 

crisp whiteness, keeping 'morality' in place,

as, out the window i gaze...

not too far from me, on the other side of the glass pane,

i watch a couple arguing, in their voices a tinge of disdain.

she, adamant that he be nothing more than a git...

he, trying very hard to win her over with much banter and childish wit.

a flailing of hands and grimaces only a woman knows to make,

he, with a shrug of the shoulders her accusations off, to shake.

and, here i was, peeking in on them and wandering,

would there be peace , a surrendering...?

if those two lovers under my sheets themselves should find...?

would their nakedness know their anger to blind...?

and would silky naughty pleasures be an indulgent delight

and giggles and laughter and delicious whispers, a rewrite...?

of an argument most unnecessary and a waste

but rather, a choice, carnal pleasures to taste.

 

RB.