Egyptian gods and goddesses have nothing on these two, various hues of bronze bodies glistening in sweat. Well toned, muscular delight. What's a voyeur to do? Let's have a look around. The sheet underneath the lovers is drenched with more than efforts of lust, Hmm, strawberry preserves under the covers? An early breakfast treat... A different jam that one can hear, the quiet storm, barely audible, anticipated explosion must be near, the moans and pleads now deafening. I Love You she says sweetly, awaiting some return, He mumbles sweet nothings discretely, but has yet to say it back. He thinks about the note hoping his wife had read the letter. She thinks about the words she secretly wrote, The sooner she's the exwife, the better. Her conscience is in the clear, too naive to really know, That every passing year, will bring her closer to a goodbye note.