Hello Everyone,
I’ve posted a new creative project over on my other blog “https://ellieevermore.com/” Please have a look if you’re searching for a new creative project idea. 😉
Rooted in Magic Dresser Project
Have a wonderful rest of your week! ~M (Aka Ellie) xoxo
Curves… what can I say?
I think mine have all come to stay.
Some of them are nice, others appalling,
but the ones who love me still consider me darling.
I think my best curves are the ones on display,
but even those seem to frighten some away.
Are people jealous or just in fear?
I’m just glad my curves will probably never disappear.
I think the best part of being curvy,
is using those curves when the guys get pervy.
Flaunting can be so much fun
especially when the taunting makes them come undone.
I think everyone should consider the benefits of curves,
even if they do sometimes get on your nerves.
A squishy body is something to be adored,
and if you marry a curvy woman, you’ll never be bored.
© 2025 Michelle Cook
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You just be you,
who cares what others do.
At the end of the day,
they’ll be gone anyway.
Then you’ll be left alone,
another day unknown.
Because none can ever tell
where you inwardly dwell.
That’s the fun of being you,
even if your secrets are few.
Just be happy you exist,
and go on and be remiss.
Your life is yours to live,
you don’t always have to give.
© 2025 Michelle Cook
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A pot of tea
steeping slow
allowed the conversation
to drift, then flow
A trembling hand
a splatter of cream
all witnessed beneath
a summer sunbeam
Starting with a look
a blooming glance
the wind stirred
in the sight of romance
Blushing boughs offered
a chance alone
doing all the things
some would never condone
With the wide old oak
shielding their play
prying eyes
slowly crept away
Rousing smiles rendered
a half giggle or two
as heartstrings seized
love anew
© 2025 Michelle Cook
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During the heart of summer silliness
shimmery beads spill softly
subduing, yet giving rise
to the warm embrace of the day.
A kaleidoscope of kisses
clings to my sun-scorched skin
whispering sweet nothings
in my worn-out, weathered ears.
A single drop sizzles
on the tip of my tongue
pieces of parched earth
come alive in my mouth.
I drink in the days of my youth
the ends of eras, no longer lost
forgotten moments flickering
embers that never quite expired.
A flood of emotions permeates
all the hidden parts of me.
Funny, I could’ve sworn
I’d never see days like this again.
© 2025 Michelle Cook
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