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The girl trapped inside my dreams.
I see her on occasion, and when i do,
it seems like a vaccation.

One that i never wish to leave from.
I want to know where she comes from.
I wish to ask her, yet she never lets me.

When i close my eyes at night,
and fall into the dark pit, called slumber,
i tumble downward to the ground.

Im out in a green grassy feild,
in the middle of no where.
Nothing around but old oak trees.

I get up, and walk around,
when suddenly, you appear.
You walk from behind the tree,
so slowly, I know your taughting me.

You smile so sweetly, as you walk towards me,
your long tan thin legs, move so gracefully,
your feet bare, as they glide across the grass.

Your hips sway in such a way,
that they hipnotise me.
Your smooth flat belly peeks out,
from below your thin shirt.

Your chest, moves as you walk,
making me gawk.
Your shoulders & arms strong,
not at all fragile.

Your face, tan,
yet pale.
Your eyes bright green,
are the things that really grab me.
Your lips pink,like rassberrys,
and making me want to taste.
Your hair red, like a rose,
that i wish to pick.

You walk towards me,
and i start to shake,
i hope ill stop, before i start
a earth quake.
My heart beats like a drum,
i need a drink of rum.
To calm my nervous hums.
You now stand before me,
with your hand reachin toward me,
and i grab it softly.

You walk beside me,
to the old oak, with a swing dangleing
from its branchs.
We sit beneth it,
and you snuggle your way,
in to my arms.
And then you look up at me, with those eyes,
and that the last thing i see, is
the green eyes, stareing at me.

Silent green eyes, are my key,
to the girl trapped inside my dreams.