She pulls up the zip of her red, tight dress,
Delicately covering her marble-white chest.
Her long, curly hair is still a mess…
She is a sweet dream, I can easily confess.

Her high-heel shoes she slowly slips on…
She moves with grace, like a swan.
The perfume of flowers drifts in the room…
This girl’s beauty is in full bloom.

She gently opens the hotel room door,
And I know I won’t see her anymore…
A noise outside on the street wakes me up,
I am furious that it disturbed my dream’s cup.