SWEET DREAMS
She straightens her hair, puts on her eyes, then her lips.
Touching his face, with her fingertips.
Caressing his lips, between her teeth.
She slowly goes back, to her sleep.
For her the luv, she wishes to reap.
With her songs, that she sings.
Loneliness, it does not bring.
When she awakes, she then sees, this was all within her dream.
Ode to sweet dreams.