A few weeks ago my brother and myself attended a beach burn in santa cruz, (vErry sWeeT little event). In the cuddle dome I was graced by cuddling the night away with a sweet and gentle beauty, named Daisy. And to my astonishment a dead ringer for Hope! I had died and gone to heaven and back again. Soft porcelin skin, thick silky raven tresess, dark almond eyes, and that unmistakeble profile. Resting peacefully in my arms...lost in her perfume

Young Daisy was a little down trodin. Her was life as of late was a little dark and whearysom. And in need of tenderness and warm loving touch. Along with a sympathitic ear.

You understand what it means. Once in a great while we get swept up in an intoxicating golden moment in time. And find that you want for nothing.

Swept up in a velvet bliss.

We both got what we needed.

In the morning I find myself awake from my waking dream. And I find that she was gone.

Ok...ok..come back down to earth young man....whew!