Passionate dream

Where did that come from?
Last night as I went to bed I was so tired I couldn't think about anything. And still I dreamt about Narges. I have no idea why.....I haven't seen her, talked to her, or thought about her for a long time already.
Anyway it's not just dreaming about her that worries me but the actual dream itself.

And there I was on the trainstation, watching her walk towards me with those long legs and long black hair that rest upon her shoulders and those eyes which hypnotise me. She's wearing a short skirt and stockings and a cute little jacket on top.
It's one of those moments that makes you crazy just to think about it and she catches me in her embrace as I get out of the train. As she presses me against herself as tight as she can and rests her head upon my shoulder I get a whiff of her parfume which makes me speechless and all I can think of is :"What did I do to deserve this? "

Before I know we're walking down a hallway somewhere and she brings me to a halt by grabbing my hand and pulling me towards herself. Before I can even speak she puts her hand at the back of my head, grabs my hair, pulls me towards herself and kisses me on my mouth so hard and so passionate it, at first, just hurts. But I let it happen.
This ritual repeats itself several times, though she's not the only one who initaites it everytime, before I finally wake up and feel good as one possibly can. And also confused.

And even though at first sight this might seem to be a very sexual experience, it wasn't. The only way I have experienced it in a more romantic way. As some might say this is the passion that only a 15 year old can have and show.
As I have said before:
"No man can do without dreams
No man can do more than hope"