The Quickie

Eye meets eye.
Fingers clasp.
Chest meets chest.
It’s a love dance perhaps.

Face to face…
A static kiss
To erase that sorrow,
To bring on the bliss. 

Wild physical pleasure
Substitutes for emotional pain.
On a moonlit night
A steady beat is given by the rain.

Keep going and going
The rising pleasure is paramount.
But much sooner then you deserve; it is over…
And the minutes, on one hand, you could count.