BENEATH THE SHEETS,

... A young man goes into a trance. He is pulled by lulling sounds of dripping water that brush over his ears.

Following the sounds, he moves towards the whispers of beating water. A sight of blue and green waves greets his wide eyes as he looks beyond to a crystal lake.

Slowly, his feet move forward.

Pulses of steam rise from the water like flicks of a serpent's tongue, and every swirl of the liquid mimics a lover's caress. The water parts, and from the center rises a wonder...

Her curves alone sends him straight to his knees.

... Glistening fair skin... Hair black as coals... Her body pulls to his deepest members as he stares with dark, hazel eyes.

She turns to him, peering back, and all he sees is a siren robed in crystal falls. Her eyes, gray like the storm pin his and slowly, with movements dripping sex, she wades across the water to him.

With his gaze on those gorgeous eyes, he rises like a fist for her, and as she nears the bank, he spots a lovely splay of ink across her tender hips. Everything about her screams unnatural; supernatural, and he can't take his eyes away.

His hands lift to touch her light-brown skin, a captivating shade that speaks of her mixed mulatto heritage...

An inch to go, she vanishes before his very eyes, like the mists of the mountains.

... The young man awakes heavily. Then runs immediately to a desk and sketches down her tattoos. All he can remember of this sexy, mystery woman was her tattoos.

In the room next to him, unknown to the young man, his father just went through same dream and is also bent over his desk, sketching proof that his dream was infact real...