Quick Love

Quick Love: A Tapestry of Touches

The world spins fast, a blur of days,

Appointments rush in hurried ways.

But amidst the chaos, a stolen glance,

A meeting brief, a fleeting chance.

Your smile ignites, a spark so bright,

Across the room, a beacon in the night.

Coffee shared, a stolen moment's grace,

Words dance and flirt, a playful chase.

Laughter spills, a joyous sound,

In simple things, true connection found.

A brush of hands, a whispered joke,

A hidden world, where hearts awoke.

Lunch breaks become stolen hours,

Secret gardens filled with blooming flowers.

Shared dreams whispered, hopes untold,

A tapestry of souls, gently unfurled.

Stolen kisses, quick and sweet,

A hidden fire, a stolen heat.

Time a thief, it steals away,

But in those moments, love finds its say.

Car rides home, a stolen touch,

A lingering glance, we mean so much.

Fingers intertwined, a secret hold,

A story waiting, yet to unfold.

Stolen texts, a digital thread,

Warmth in your words, before we're said.

Late-night calls, a voice so dear,

Whispered secrets, chasing away all fear.

Weekend plans, a stolen night,

Underneath the moon's gentle light.

Shared secrets, whispered desires,

A symphony of souls, set on fire.

Candlelight flickers, casting a glow,

Two bodies entwined, a silent flow.

Passion ignited, a fierce embrace,

Love unfolds, in this hidden space.

Stolen moments, fleeting and bright,

A love that burns, intense and light.

We steal what time we can afford,

A hidden treasure, a love adored.

The world may judge, with watchful eyes,

But in our hearts, a love that flies.

A secret fire, a stolen spark,

A love so quick, yet leaves its mark.

Distance may separate, miles apart,

But in our hearts, love holds a chart.

Stolen memories, a comfort true,

A love that waits, for a dream come true.

Quick love they call it, some may say,

But in its fire, our hearts will stay.

For in these moments, stolen and brief,

We found a love, that brings relief.

So let the world spin, in hurried haste,

Our stolen love, a love to taste.

Quick and fleeting, yet oh so true,

A love that burns, just me and you.