There she lays, in this uncomfortable sofa of a hotel room

half-naked so much beauty in a sleep that's almost innocent

She is the kind of woman that sparkles desire

full of mysteries that she doesn't even know is there

I can seat here for hours just admiring her remembering what just
happened
between us so much passion.

What is she dreaming about?I keep wondering... where will she go after
here?

Who will she be with? even tough I've just met her, I kind of feel
jealous
just thinking about it but

I shouldn't

I don't even know her feelings

I'm probably just one more man on her list oh! I just can't stop
looking at
her her curves her face

Her hair...

she has everything a man likes and she is making me crazy just thinking
What I could do with her

for her

Maybe I'll just immortalise her in a painting this way I can have her
just
for me

Would she mind being painted?

would she get angry?

Maybe she'd like to be my muse. a muse, that's what she is

My muse with the body of a goddess and the taste of a sweet fruit that
you
can only taste once, that unforgettable taste that becomes a bit Bitter
When you know you can't have it anymore that's what I'll do! I'm going
to
paint her

Portrait all her beauty in this old hotel room

make this moment last forever

Then I'll never forget what a wonderful afternoon we had and if I Never
see
her again

I'll have this painting to remind me.