Handle: Wolverine
A Peterbilt is what he drove, or maybe me sometimes, I suppose.
Outlaw, preacher, wolverine if you please. Walking tall, talking deep, sexy handsome thang, such a tease
No one messed with who would dare.With one cold stare
send chills through the air.
Didn't need to raise his voice or fight,
a glare was all it took.
Scorpio sign, sex was on his mind, with fire in his eyes, I was hooked.
Walking with an aire, and a quiet confidence people would stare
in wonder, but ask none dare
.Eastwood to my Clint, to have the mans heart was no easy stint
.Good loving, deep and hard in bed and with his heart
It's all or nothing with this man, never to part.
Palet makin', Feet rubbin', movies watchin', rub dub dubbin' lovin' simple life no doubt.
Late night Denny's coffee, tattoos, blue bell icecream, having baby blues,
Ms.Blacks hues.
Married to someone so special, so true,
wouldn't you want him to have eyes for only you?
