No Smoke No Bottle For Fantasies

My oracy is in shambles when you appear Spellbound my words stumble over hurdles near, Placed by the striking beautiness of your beauty No smoke no bottle, only the genie- s- for fantasies duty, The concierge I am I hand you your key You see a uniform and smile and look thru me, You ride the lift to heaven in this shimmering tower I dream my fantasy; you wait in your heavenly bower. But wait, The room phone buzzes, ‘Yes, concierge, yes your purse I see it, certainly I will bring it now’, my thoughts I nurse, I press the code in the lift to fly to the top floor, Eternity passes time stands still before I tap on her door Clouds appear, the moon whispers my heart pumps. The door opens, I extinguish my gulps Shivers, this goddess stands tall with a diamond crown, Dressed for the kill in a black see thru naughty nighty gown, I step into my fantasy my life no longer hanging But wait whats that banging, Bang bang bang! Johnny get out of bed its seven am Wake up you have to be at work by 7.30 am, Wake up you look as though you are in a dream The Rockefeller’s are back, their daughter will beam Their penthouse must shine by the concierge team, Take note from no other, I’m your loving mother!