“He’s back to the Net,” the voice declares.  A from-the-void voice.  A wake-up-in-the-middle-of-the-night voice.  An alluring, sexual-energy-compelling, seat-of-female-intuition voice. 

It’s true.  Was briefly in the real world.  Entirely.  Had a glimpse of beauty’s magnificence.  Had an expectation of doing something.  Something with someone intimate.  A vision of fun and freeflow.  A because-it’s-Spring-everything-might-and-anything-will-go moment (if a week can be a moment) of being crazy, impulsive, wild, and thorough.   Yes, thorough: erotically detailed, no juice unreleased, no passion unspent, no regrets, no repent.

But I’m back.

You say: “You jest.  You never left.”

ha ha.  I was the One.  I was the One.  Out there.  So deliciously prepared for us as we’ll never be able to imagine with imagination alone.  It would have been…what?  “Unbelievable” is much too mundane.  “Incredible” much too lame.  It would have been just us.  Just fully revealing gazes into each other’s eyes.  Just laughter so deep our bellies would burst.  Just hands-never-releasing, hearts-never-doubting, desires-ever-indulging ….  Us.