She was a real tasty candy apple treat
Loved by all the men she’d often meet
Subtly sexy and radiating desire
Just what every man sought, wanted, and required
But there was a secret which she kept hidden
Something about her, so temptingly forbidden
One nip from her and they’d finally understand
Vampires always have the upper hand
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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He sits there watching me
From high above that frosty hill
Each blink and nod sends shivers
Caused by him, not winter’s chill
His tawny piercing stare
Is intimidating and intense
Those massive moon eyes
Cause my body to tense
I realize with just one move
I could be made a satisfying snack
So I begin to scurry away
Not even daring to look back
Unfortunately this is my reality
And I know I’ve now been beaten
Because I’m just a poor field mouse
Who has now been served and eaten
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Rainy night
Odd streaks of light
Rainbow flecks
Breathtaking effects
Umbrellas rush
Hearts melt and crush
Sprinkles splatter
Puddles shatter
Silver bells
Cast their spells
The moon shines
Revealing signs
Busyness ensues
Amidst stunning views
Nobody sees
The magic in these
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Writing prompt: The sounds of silver lights
I’m thankful for my friends
The ones both far and near
Who always steer me right
When nothing is quite clear
Without you in my life
I know I’d never get through
And the happiness I’ve felt
Is really all because of you
© 2018 Michelle Cook
I’ve been thinking about love
And how for a brief moment
I held it in the palm of my hand
I was filled with a hurricane of emotions
Something my heart could barely withstand
So powerful was the force
That it took me by complete surprise
And my heart now wonders
How such a love ever became compromised
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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