I wonder how often they make love out there in the garden?
It gives a new meaning to the phrase ‘hard on’
I wonder is it a man and a woman?
I creep up to get a better look but they turn on me with a stony gaze.
I just hope they are discreet when the grandkids come over
or disengage for dear old great grandma.
A sight like that could finish her off.
I must say though they do have a marmoreal presence
and no unseemly sounds come from them.
Perhaps they are conscious of passers-by like me, voyeurs
and let it all hang out at night when only the stars and the big white eye
of the moon are watching.
I just hope they don’t get too rambunctious though:
that tap on the right looks a bit dodgy;
it wouldn’t take much to snap it and water come spurting out
like … like …
Discretion forbids me to extend the simile.