I wrote this piece of music as an atmospheric for my book Maya Noise.  Specifically the part about sex in the 80′s.

For me it evokes nightclub air thick with a hundred perfumes that mixed together to smell like maybe . . . . maybe tonight, maybe her. . . . or her . . . . or maybe her.  Shoulder pads cutting swerving arcs on the dance floor as we stamped the sexual tension out to the beat. A chance to make an impression for the slow set.  Straining pants and ultraviolet kisses
and pixie boots.

The music is two minutes and forty six seconds long.  Longer than sex took back then but the anticipation went on for eternity.