night is yawning, asking dawn to take over, only i want to stay a little longer, sitting outside beside you. we're taking in the scene together with backs up against a brick wall our knees, thighs even arms touching. the bass beat still pumps from inside, our fingers strumming in perfect time watching those ready to leave go home . other same sex couples are embracing, coming out onto the cooling street. the boys are being funny bitching by a group of glamour girls we know. we're all laughing at their camp jokes. out come the Drag Queens reaching for their designer sunglasses, whipping off their stilettos like weary models while we find out if everyone had fun. the sunrise is bouncing light yellow off the warehouse's across the road. we hear the Scene Queens talking softly dissecting the best parts of the night, while handsome androgynous girls dressed in men's wear, soft butch style, keep hoping to hold an interested stare. nearly everyone is devouring a Hot Dog or waiting in the queue by the food truck, as satisfied hands rise to hail a taxi ride. i adore this time outside gay clubs, after being out all night partying surrounded by the forged strong. these gay people, my queer kind, so, so many fought for kisses linger like hard earned victory in the air. lighting up my last Dunhill Blue enjoying all of our silly banter the dance music stops playing, see, the bouncers are even going, time to make a wonderful decision. which other home should we drive to? whose bed will be best for two? ✱✱✱
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