maybe I love you, maybe I don't, but who is to judge when the moment is right? to fall in love with you, by moonlight the silken tresses of your hair, are clumped together by the steam of our passion, as we ride the crest of the crystal wave of emotion, never experiencing do not let it pass you by, I state into the soft brown of your eyes, the sillouette of the candles flicker in the depths, and I feel the raking pain of your nails, running the length of my back, and I touched your smooth cheek, running the length of your jaw, to the lips that curve into a smile when I place my finger above them; so I wake up from the dream and stare across the room, because a dream is sometimes like wanting, and it becomes the something that never comes true, but you still fantasize and hope, until you create your own little world...... by joshua farmer 9-1-99 copyrighted dedicated to Christine Wages