kotunia

“A kiss instead of a salutation, disrobing, the neon signs nullifying the effect of the extinguished lamp, the double bed with its superannauted spring squealing piteously, impatient hugs and kisses, the first cold contact of the skin of their bodies after the sweat had dried, the smell of flesh and pomade, endless groping for satisfaction filled with impatience for the same bodies, little screams belying masculine vanity, hands wet with hair oil.. Then the pitiable perspiration, the groping under pillows for cigarettes and matches, the faintly shining whites of eyes. Then the endless conversation surging as over a broken dam, and the descent to the childish play of satisfied, tests of strength in the dark night, stabs at wrestling, various other inanities....”
― Yukio Mishima