Michelle Wallace

Omaha, Nebraska, USA

Born in Ottawa Kansas on December 20, 1959, Michelle has two teenage sons, Gerad, 18 and Brandon, 16. Dedicated to her education, Michelle attends Bellevue University full time. She enjoys traveling and the constant challenge of new adventure. In December 1996, Michelle was published by the National Library of Poetry. Michelle has since enjoyed having her work published by several other companies and is working on her first book. In April 1997, she was nominated for "Poet of the Year 1997." Michelle's motto is, "Live for today, for there may be no tomorrow."

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Why do I yet dream of this fairy tale knight who came to me as a child in a dream?
Why do I wait and what do I wait for?
Is this knight the one who will carry me away, into a brighter light?
Is that why I dream of ways he will whisper his love all over my body?
Then breath his life into me and ease the ache within?
I can smell his scent - one of pure male, and I can feel the warmth of his body against
mine as he holds me close in my dreams

I have yet to see his face or hear his voice
I read every word as though they'll be the last ones spoken
With anticipation I await the day he'll come as a child who waits for a parent

His words speak of forever, of answers to prayers, and dreams that will come true

To Dan H.J.

There he is - yes larger than life, this creature
God saw fit to share with me. Oh! He is beautiful, just as I knew he would be

Stunned, struck by a bolt of pure passion.
When at last our eyes met and our souls touched.

More than a man, he is a gift with joyous treasures to share
He is male with a scent marvelous in its essence

He is as God would give, flawless in construction yearning to be loved as only I can love
Such a gift he is

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When you return and I see you for the first time
Will I know who you are
Will you be the same

When you return and I come to you
Will our heat turn from a flicker to a flame
Will we sweat and burn the way we once did

When you return and my heart needs comfort
Will you lift the burden of my love for you
Will you tend my sorrow

When we lie together and my body needs your touch
Will you satisfy me with your mouth
Will ecstasy abound

When we sit together in the early sun
When we are old in the eve
Will you share your love
Good God man!
The way you make me feel! It is as no other has.
Your touch, your kiss, your sweet words
breed passion inside my gut like wild fire

The heat spreads from my head through to my toes
My body has never felt such ecstasy; nor has it felt such love
Sweet are your kisses from my mouth to my soul
Every part of me responds on your command