200 – Drinks

A single
Open door.

Sweet and smoky
Scent of whiskey
From inviting
Parted lips.

Naughty whispers.

Furtive glances
Closely followed
By just as furtive
Swift hands.

The warmth
Of eager bodies
Turning into heat
As they get closer.

Eyes meeting
In unspoken invitation.

Brief moments
Dissolved in musky sweat
Slowly dripping in the pool
Of an all-nighter.

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