Eve

[bloated_corpse]

we met with ashen tongues
keeping hushed the sins we lay
thinking of.  then the night comes.
        — 'qu'est-ce que j'ai fait?'
'our visit'
            'ce bordel sur mon lit'

i received you on my knees

References: Love Song of Alfred Prufrock, T. S. Eliot
                    Paradise Lost, Book 10, John Milton

this is a pretty little poem, that almost too obviously rejects grammatical standards [i'm assuming because you don't actually speak french--at least not very well], but nevertheless it works.
I see no purpose in the reference at the end, because the poem is probably not half as clever as you think it is. but, it does capture something, a moment, very simply and sweetly.