The banquet hall is cold tonight.
Goosebumps on my arms telling
me I should have worn a sweater.
I feel warm palms on my shoulders
and lean back into his caress.
That’s better, arms wrapped around
my waste, I begin to feel the heat.
We have about twenty minutes
before it begins, we have time.
This whisper in my ear reminding
me of our first date and the lust.
Everyone is busy with their drinks
and conversation about the election.
I turn, the coat- check room then?
His eyes light up like they used to
when our desires were young.