Latent desires spill over the brim of our red solo cups 
Tonight we are but a satisfying feast, 
An antidote to our nameless craving 
Friendly eyes veer away from our indiscretions,
the way we seem far too comfortable to be mere acquaintances

You treat my body as a greenhouse, 
Stopping to marvel at all the roses
I’m a museum and you’re the boy who scorns the “don’t touch” signs 
I’m the tipsy stumble to the spare room,
you’re the fevered collision of our long lost bodies 
Neither of us are the knocking at the door 

I feel my body melting in your mouth 
A scoop of ice cream dripping down the cone,
licked up in a desperate attempt to savor every last morsel
Your hands treat me with such reverence 
The need to remind myself your embrace is just a lover’s
far more complicated when your lips murmur “baby”,
and this feels like lovemaking incarnate 
I don’t know what just fucking you feels like 
You’re a sprawling ocean,
if I’m not drowning in it I have no desire for it