I am watching you fuck.
Your dimming of the lights - kind of - was really romantic - kind of. I am observing the arch of your back as you take to it with a kind of oblivious fervor.
But, really, it's your lady friend who fascinates me. From where I sit, two stories up and merely a narrow street away, it would appear that she and I have something in common:
Neither of us are really into this.
Please draw your blinds.
this is in or around Midtown.