My thoughts, aimless voyagers
Keep on side-stepping over to you
Under an endless, cloudless sky
Surrounded by sand, stretching out into infinity
In a swank high-rise hotel room
Minimally furnished
With smoke colored windows from the ceiling to the floor
I imagine you, my fantasy
Peacefully sleeping under starched linen sheets
Your beautiful body at rest
I long to wake you
To touch you
To taste you
In the early morning light