The door is ajar
To her hotel room
The lights are on
He will see her soon.
The waiter hesitates
As he peers through the gap
About to knock
He sees her pass.
Striding to the bed
She glances behind
He watches her walk,
Her sensual curves, well defined.
Over her shoulder
She catches his eye
Dressed provocatively
She throws him a smile.

No need to knock
Was this really intended
He pushes the door
It swings unimpeded.
She looks straight at him
Dressed in her basque
As he closes the door, he thinks,
Am I up to this task?
She turns around
Crawls onto the bed
Wriggles her bum
She's looks sexy in red.
She lets out a sigh 
As she waits for his touch
His hands reach out
She wants this so much.

He touches her firmly
As he grabs at her side
His hands draw backwards
Around her waist, to her behind.
He touches her skin 
And then stocking tops
Sending shivers up her spine 
As his hand then drops.
Then all of a sudden
There is no touch
The tingling fades
Doesn't linger as such.
The sensations are gone
And she turns to find
He was never there
It was all in her mind.