The Woman Of My Dreams

The woman of my dreams rules my dreams
An image created by an industry
The woman of my dreams could have come from a movie
Whether PG-13 or X.

You, my dear, are beautiful inside
But not as beautiful outside as the woman of my dreams
And moreover:

The woman of my dreams is the one I've waited for
And never, ever found in real life.

The woman of my dreams is my ideal
Or at least a bad idea
But in every great love story
Or every great sex story
There's a woman who lives to please her man
And you, my dear, are too busy being yourself.

The woman of my dreams is a character in a scene
In a work of so-called art meant to arouse
The woman of my dreams is a vision in a fantasy
Brought to life for the sake of my pleasure.

I wish that I could love you for what you do and say
But too often, you differ and disagree
You're not unfailingly what I desire you to be
Unlike the woman of my dreams.

The woman of my dreams speaks to me
Though you are talking
I see you dancing next to me
But it's her body swaying
I see you smiling at me
But it's her face I'm seeking
I embrace you and I feel -- you...
Just you.

The woman of my dreams satisfies me come bedtime
The woman of my dreams lets me down otherwise
And you, my dear, are HERE, but you might as well be nowhere
YOU ARE NOT THE WOMAN OF MY DREAMS!

The woman of my dreams rules my dreams
An image created by an industry
The woman of my dreams could have come from a movie
You, my dear, could only come from real life.

And now, the woman of my dreams leaves me sitting alone and lonely
My eyes filling with tears, my body filling with rage
And nothing I can reach for could possibly uplift me
But someone I can reach for could.

The woman of my dreams lives only in my dreams
And drains the life out of me with each successive dream
And to see your face and hear your voice, my dear, is what will save me
You are not the woman of my dreams.