On a Sublime Conversation

And it was even better than orgasm, for at that precise moment nothing existed. Not even time.At that precise moment there was only you, him, and the sublime thoughts bottled up in your head for a long time. Everything flowed smoothly. from music, to politics, economics, arts… even philosophy. It was a transcendental moment that even though it happened at night, the room seemed brighter than it is during day. It was illumined by the “otherworldly” nature of his speech and the eloquence and artfulness of yours. Then like a heavenly body, a falling star that passed by, the illumination is gone in an instant. You were too engrossed you forgot to make a wish for another to pass by…