It seems it is all a dream
A pleasant mishmash of confusion
I was fine when I went to sleep
Now the pictures flash like an illusion
Beauty of body very bold
Images sharp over laid in folds
Sensuous, desirable, a story told
A woman's beauty never grows old
The gentle brush of scented hair
Color, thoughts flashing about
Warmth and excitement fill the air
How will this dream work out?
Another flash, a clashing sound
The alarm set to kill dreams
Brilliant images falling all around
Back to sleep, should I try?
Try learn the girls name?
Get up and start my day?
I suspect I'll never be the same
Not after meeting, the girls with no name