Champagne Friends

Fluted glasses Of chilled wine Sing a toast to ghosts If you don't ask I won't lie We'd only spoil a good time But if passion Can hold it's breath Until the first light of dawn We'll know a portrait of romance That's been long withdrawn And what's left of our warm champagne So you're an actress Tell me Where might I enjoy your work Perhaps on my mattress But should I get to know you first? Once your answer Is revealed by way of tender embrace Watch our fantasies Dissolve into empty space As satisfying As warm champagne