THE SLAP LAP

by Stephen Jarrell Williams

Moved my bed against the window.

My new girlfriend's request,
making love to me,
her mouth open, head tilted back,
sitting on top bouncing,
only her blonde hair and
bare shoulders showing
down on the street.

Anyone passing by
getting quite a tease,
except the guy on the opposite roof,
spying a full picture,
in his long coat,
binoculars, and grin
peeping down into our bedroom.

I'm wondering if my girlfriend knows.

Maybe I should tell her,
see if she flies.