I dream of you at night.  In my dreams I dwell on all the things I’d like to do to you, for you, with you.  I’m falling, but you are there to catch me.  I’m lost, but you are there to find me.  I’m broken, but you are there to heal me.  I am not worthy, but you are there to love me. 

I imagine the stress you feel when you’re done working for the day.  I need to help ease your tension.  I rub your neck and I can feel the tightness of your muscles.  My strong hands caress away the pain.  My mouth is drawn to the soft skin at the base of your neck as I kiss you gently and leave a moist trail leading to your earlobe.  I feel you squirm under my touch and it brings a smile to my face.  My hand move down to your taut shoulders and I begin to work my magic.  I move my hands slowly, kneading the bands of tension away.  I move lower, working your back muscle, forcing them to comply to my demands and relax.  I rub your slender arms working my way down to your skilled hands, absorbing your discomfort as I go along.  I move lower, to you bum.  I love your bum.  The muscles under my ministrations yield quickly to my touch as I work lower, down your thighs; you long firm thighs.  I wish they were wrapped around me.  I continue to your calf muscles.  My God, what horrible things have you done to your body to cause these muscles to be so angry with you?  I’m sure whatever it was, I can appease them to relent.  I finally make it to your feet.  Did you know the feet are an erogenous zone?  At least they are for me.  I have always believed that if your feet are unhappy, your entire body is unhappy.  I guess I’ll just have to spend a little extra time here.  As I minister to your sore puppies, I fantasize about your other erogenous zones.  How I long to touch your supple *****, to make them come alive to my touch.  I yearn for the mercy of your mouth; your tender lips on mine, your strong tongue probing my mouth (and other places) sorry, I couldn’t control myself.  I ponder the wonders of your sacred spot.  My wishes to awaken the glories that lie within consume me.  I am driven to make it my own and grant you needed release.  When you are relieved of your burden and your needs are sated I can relax.  I finally drift into dreamless

sleep.  Unfortunately, when I wake, you are not there and the arduous journey begins again.

I’m listening to the “Comfort Woman” CD.  It keeps me close to you.  I feel you in the music and I move with you.  I hear you speak in the lyrics and my heart is filled with desire. I need you.  Please come to me soon.  I wrote this so you will understand what you do for me and to me.  I hope you will carry these words in your heart with you always.  I love you.

Bette wrote the last sentence and fell into peaceful sleep, yet again dreaming of the one she loves.  How lucky she is to feel that emotion.