By Debra Phillips
Date: 24 August 1999

"IF"

If I let you touch

the sweet silken skin of my passion

If I let you see

my petal pink of bliss

If I let you taste

the nectar of my hidden dreams

Would I then be your woman?



For I am of all the dreams

of a hundred men

pitted tightly into 

one tortured soul

willing to soar on the wings

of a thousand lovers

who can only dream