The flow of our bodies begins to harmonize
A chorus of grunts and moans crescendos
Urged forth by her begging eyes
Our symphony climaxes behind fogged windows
The concert of no audience has ceased
With A lapse in kisses allowing air to our chests.
I play with my mirrors and seat
As my bandmate buckles her belt and rests
The key is turned and without time for encore,
Our theater races towards her home
A final nightly kiss, and she dances toward her door
The production over, I head towards my own
With a single peck to the cheek, I greet my loving wife.