Guy De Maupassant. Dear friend (№ 368549)

And finally, from the elevated theories concerning love, the conversation descended into a blooming garden decorous debauchery.
The hour of subtle hints, those words that lift the veils, just as the woman lifted the dress - hour of innuendo and equivocation, elaborately encrypted liberties, shameless hypocrisy, decent expressions, embodying an obscene sense, those phrases that instantly recreate in his mind's eye all, which is not right, those phrases that help secular people lead by a mysterious, subtle love game, as if by agreement, to set the mind on the immodest way, to indulge in the sensual and exciting as my dreams, to revive the memory of all the shame, well-kept and delightful things that occur on the bed of passion.