As I lay, not merely sleeping, but dreaming of a beauty I have seen from a distance. I wonder, in fact I ponder what valleys and clouds she is slumbering about. Years have I watched her sensual curves, her shapely body, her perfect face. Yearned, yet did nothing. Fearing, waiting, wanting her to notice the stranger in the dark watching her dream. I do not know if she would enjoy my presence, my thoughts, my touch. All I know is that when I dream, I am her nightmare and she is my salvation.
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