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Whimsy

~ ~M ~ 2 Comments

Oh, whimsy,
where have you gone?
It’s been ages since
you’ve played along.

Am I getting too old,
or are you just hiding?
You and me should be
rendezvousing nightly.

What do you say—
get back in the swing
of being quirky
and impractically keen?

Let’s make love in the margins
and let the world wonder,
while the adjectives you inspire
pull me under.

I want to be silly, impulsive,
and unrealistic—
maybe even a little queer,
but still artistic.

Come to me, please,
and be mine once more.
You’re the one word
I’ll forever adore.

© 2026 Michelle Cook

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Rooted in Magic Dresser Project

~ ~M ~ 8 Comments

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

~ ~M ~ 49 Comments

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

~ ~M ~ 13 Comments

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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It took time, but it was all they needed

~ ~M ~ 9 Comments

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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