How I miss the colored beams of light piercing thru the smoke of a dark room, the deep thump of huge subwoofers and the joy of slow movement as in diving in the smoothness of sound, propelled by the light intoxication of having a few -just a few- drinks. And going back home before dawn with someone nice and fuck and sleep and fuck and sleep and fuck and sleep until we’re hungry enough to leave the bed and go out for lunch, slightly pale, walking with short, occasionally faltering steps the hint of a smile on the face and the much bearable lightness of being in the crotch.
Many things have to be right to have a perfect night like that. Yet, they do happen from time to time.
Why not tonight or tomorrow’s?