Grown up

Wondering today what you think of it.
With my subtle (or not?) hinting.
Me reminding you how good you have it,
And you ignoring my part in that.

You tell me our sex is included,
But, unless I intend to end it, you don't think it will.
Because, apparently, we are grown ups;
We can do what we want.

But can we? Could we stop this, even if we wanted to?
Can I stop looking at you, the way I did yesterday.
By accident, but unmistakably with more affection
Than the grown ups we are should allow.