Shameless

The sun retreats to her chalet to party with other hotties. Night slides over me like a tongue, shameless. What shall I name the hurricane born from my meekest breath? Fertile galaxies swirl, swivel, and sway in slinky black gowns sewn with stars like diamonds and pearly planets as buttons down the back. This night does not belong to me, but I will adore it. I shower beneath the silky onyx sky, and warm champagne floats out of the faucet.