As the sexless dreary day ends in darkness a wild and wondrous world emerges. Recurring realms of perceived realities manifest themselves nightly. The energy of the evening raises expectations exponentially.

The probability of pleasure through a prancing party is clear in the air. People become real and whomever they care to be. Maneuvering through music in close cozy sectioned quarters within a large arena, bodies search for conversation, company, and conquest.

Singles seeking to awaken an inner life left dormant during the day consume inhibition juice to feel refreshed and free spirited. The mystical midnight hour opens multitude planes of make-believe. Creeping crowds dressed in their best sway and swagger through the club.

Scantly covered waists of various sizes parade their packaged goods through a sea of slim and strapping studs. Confident stances surround sexual dances as eyes meet and souls briefly greet, looking for that fleshy sensation, that right connection. Gropes and grinds are showcased for spectators who can only fantasize of being in others’ shoes.

Bouncing breasts and tight wide chests bump to a blaring beat. A deep deafening bass bashes eardrums while a frenzy of flashing hot lights shine on the masses.

Strangers step on each others’ toes in their quest to find a dance of desire, a chance encounter that may lead to a brief moment of magic or perpetuity of passion.

(Originally written for a writing class in February 2006.)