From across cocktail glasses
And champagne flutes
I watch you
Undressing me
Across from guests
And drunken chatter
I hear what you may do to me
Away from plates of ossetra
And delicately folded crepes
I know what your kisses taste like
In a dimly lit room
Amidst silk and linen sheets
I know just how vulnerable
We are with one another
Under slivers of moonlight
And bare skin
We die together
Then sleep