The woman runs lovingly toward him.
In her left hand her discarded clothes (a discarded dress and a naked female body always means selfless devotion)
in her right hand the flame of love.
At least if only the two of them were there, the attractor and the attracted (back and forth).
But the woman is already watching the gifts kept under the hat, because feelings are invisible (or visible),
but sometimes the inner great bell rings.
Many burning waters end in cold adventure.
For me a love, for him/her just a pity-pleasure.
And so it was.
And the dick-hat is already set for experience-sowing.
He looks at us. Someone among us told him/her
"Enough of this. Don't just enjoy, prepare for space. Ice on our necks, frost on our bellies."
Because good weather is always faster,
by the time you realize, you've already missed it.