Will you respect me in the morning?

Dazzling lights bounce around the walls 

Soft pink smoke rises from the sticky floor 
Through blurred vision 
I glimpse your shape 
Dancing, moving to the beat 
My stomach constricts in emotion 
Heart fluttering in anticipation 
Your shape moves closer, standing now before me 
Words are not spoken, hands and lips digress 
The taxi appears from nowhere 
But soon leads us to my abode 
Through mounting tension and exhiliration 
A question on my mind 
Will you respect me in the morning?