I awoke with dreams of her again, her long, soft, curly, red hair was a fan across my stomach. I was safe again with this girl, but who is she? I see her face in my dreams many times and her image is getting stronger each week. I can almost feel her caresses on my neck, but only to awake with my own hair tickling me.

I remember her hips, a slow sensuous curve of passion...leading me to her. I want to sleep again if only to dream her. Piercing crystal, green eyes that see straight to my soul, with lips that quiver so achingly for mine.

Wherever you are dream girl... Come find me?