I look for my inspiration as I write this.  And she is right next to me.  Nude, cuddling up under thin sheets, she lies next to me.  The fabric sits atop her frame, gently betraying the light curvature of her body.  Curled up under those blankets, she seems to me a sweet, innocent angel.

Until she erupts in waves of ecstasy.

Still in the midst of her dreams, a deep aching rises to the surface.  A gasp, a hum, and her limbs dance in the grip of erotic slumber.  Her eyes shifting rapidly in her sleep.  Whispers of silent conversation.  She is fantasizing.  She is dreaming.

This is my girl.  Good god, Am I crazy about her.