🍃💚They ungenerously call them "quickies".
Instead it is the hasty hiding for a few moments in dark corners,
with your heart in your mouth,
to only half undress.
It's the oasis of those who haven't touched water for too long and need it to survive,
it's the summer downpour that provides necessary relief after the unbearable heat,
leaving you disheveled,
with your wrinkled clothes pleasantly soaked and her make-up so worn that it is difficult to hide sin.
It has little to do with orgasm,
it is the immediate pleasure of the senses that explode - like fireworks:
it is the need to feed oneself by hastily gorging oneself on those few crumbs which however become delicious.
In that hiding place,
the bites win,
the hands that fill up,
the moods that remain languid,
the hot breaths of those who wait too long,
the scratches that become thin,
red marks on the skin.
Yet they call them “just quickies”...
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