Ocelot Stuff
Wolf Stuff
About Us
  Log in

Wolf's Poetry

One Year

He whispers his love in various ways ~
A sudden question after something heretofore unknown,

A searching of the eyes to find
a pathway to my soul.

The way he holds me gently as we
melt into each other,

The passion of a kiss controlled
by hope of many futures.

The way he gathers up my hair
and runs his fingers through it,

A warm hand on my back that sends
delicious tingles through me.

Exploring all my dreams and plans
to help me realize them,

He shares with me his mind, his heart,
his fantasies, his soul.

A word, a look, a touch, a kiss,
unmitigated love,

For such a man, the granite mountains
of my heart were moved.

~~Erin Metcalf~~
© 1998

home | ocelot | wolf | recipes | guitar chords | humor | walkthroughs | about | privacy | contact | Site Map | MetSecTech
117572 hits for this section SingleSignOn Copyright 2004-2009 Kevin and Erin Metcalf. All rights reserved.