How you love me

Oh, how you love me,
I can’t even count the ways.
Your waves of love crash over me,
sweeping me along for days.

Your love is like a torrential downpour
in the inky blackness of the night,
and I’m like a moth to a flame
as you flood me with your light.

The way that you love me
is like an ocean pounding against the shore,
and as the years pass by, you leave me
wanting you even more.

You pierce my heart with flaming arrows
whenever you say my name,
and I try to hold back my longing,
but the cravings are insane.

Oh, the way you love me,
I feel it deep down in my soul.
And my heart is at your mercy
whenever I start to lose control.

Your eyes perpetually sparkle
with such naughty-natured bliss,
especially when you lean in close,
ready to steal another kiss.

Your love reminds me of an atomic fireball,
blazing brilliantly across the sky,
and most often, your amazingness,
leaves me pausing in a contented sigh.

I just can’t seem to get enough
of the way you make me feel.
I love the way you love me;
the intensity is real.

© 2022 Michelle Cook


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Daydreaming…

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I felt your lips
press against mine.
They were gentle, hesitant
and your body was shaking.

But as soon as you felt
my body respond with vigor,
there was nothing holding you back.
Your kisses became wild and frantic.
I felt your urgency and need.

And my only thought
was that I wanted more,
as you began devouring
every last bit of me.

© 2020 Michelle Cook


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Savoring the thrill

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Savoring the thrill
Of his tempestuous kiss
He ravaged her soul
In a moment of bliss

She couldn’t catch her breath
His hands were tangled in her hair
And of everything else around her
She was completely unaware

Time seemed to stop
There was nowhere to go
The universe still remained
And yet the day she did not know

For she had lost all awareness
In the nonexistent realm of reality
And all that she remembered
Was what he wanted her to see

 

© 2019 Michelle Cook


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