5 Star

You are 5 star luxury
to me;
your eyes are swimming pools into which
I can settle dreamily.
Your hair is a black satin sheet
slightly rumpled;
your voice is room service on the line.
Your breasts are magnums of Moet.
A hug from you is a long holiday.

Oh, I’m not saying it’s all free!
I’m paying one hell of a bill for your services
rendered;
but they’re worth every tear and
stray thought.

Your skin is a magic carpet
imported direct from the craftsmen of Persia
(or somewhere like that).
Your lips are complimentary chocolates.
Your skirts are silken drapes.
Your rings are diamonds anyway.

What do you think?