Where the moment takes us

You know that moment that happens as the night is winding down but nobody wants it to end? 15 empty wine bottle accompany a group of persistent friends on the tile floor, and the dining room table above is crowded with what's left of an amazing pot-luck dinner devoured earlier. Conversation wanders into subversive 4a.m. subjects like the metaphoric words for penis and vagina in various languages (fragolina, pescelina, pattetina) or how a woman orgasms better with socks on... And then before we know it it's 6a.m., pajamas are on, and we're tucking each other into spare beds, taking turns cuddling, squirmming, hugging and kissing each other. All of the cute and endearing knick-names of our childhoods are discovered and used like permenent reminders of how much we want the youthfulness, the simplicity, the pure fun of this night to last forever. So we just keep going until finally, the bodies that we've been stretching too thin for too long, finally give out and sweep us into the most perfect, blissful sleep. Tonight, we don't even need to dream.