Silk sheets, champagne on ice,
diamonds drip like summer rain.
Your whisper’s Versace, tight on my skin,
every breath a private jet, no runway lights.
We spin in slow-mo, fur on the floor,
moonlight billing every kiss to my Amex.
Touch me in gold, let the bassline bloom—
this love’s so lush it needs a bodyguard.
Stay greedy, stay glossy, stay mine;
if it bankrupts the night, charge it to the stars.