Fear You fear me because of the dynamic appeal and hypnotic delayed effect that hidden truths hide with simple lies…averted eyes with hurried glances leading to dreams without sleeping. Deep are the ways of interaction that give way to the dull ache of a touch that never quite satisfies, with thoughts of the perfect encounter in a kindred yearning of a love bizarre…I am forced to be left totally incomplete. Yet the most complete thing that could ever happen between us is complete denial…complete denial denying the most complete union completing the most natural state a man and woman could ever share. Quiet love loudly calls out to me from lips moist with questions that may only be asked while being kissed, tasted, and tested. Remember me as you try to forget what made you forget to remember what made you lose yourself inside that wonderful what if that was me…what if time stood still watching a stolen kiss taken while standing on a hill of desire…what if fields of jasmine and clover concealed the true answer to a lovers question that can never be asked…what if morning made love to midnight and yesterday created a tomorrow that inspired a blissful buffet set before lovers and disguised is as today? Would you still fear me?