lust

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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To be loved so hard

~ ~M ~ 16 Comments

To be loved so hard…
Is there anything better?

That raw connection, primal and lusty
in an earth-shattering kind of way

A feeling that leaves you breathless
wanting more and more
until your body is completely tangled up
in sheets saturated
with the drenching of divine energy

Where the cares of the world lose their luster
and all that remains is the very reason for living

Oh, to be lost in that blissfully euphoric world
the one you’ve both created
from the deepest depths of your souls

There is no greater gift
than to be wrapped in the arms
of someone who never holds back
who gives everything
the one who understands you
like no one else ever has
to grow every day
deeper and deeper in love
with years spent discovering
the best parts of yourself
but also entwined with the heart and soul
of someone special

That someone being the best thing
that’s ever happened to you

The only reason you wish you could live forever
because without them
eternity doesn’t matter
and life here on earth may as well not even exist

© 2024 Michelle Cook

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Lust colored love

~ ~M ~ 27 Comments

We slept naked,
molten bodies like lava;
we collided.

You felt intense
but loving,
the perfect mixture
of naughty n nice.

I felt like you wanted
to cherish me,
then rape me;
love me,
but leave me hanging
by a lifeless thread.

And we were endless,
both lost in the dark,
floating away in an abyss
of nothing and everything.

Mixing like watercolors
with no describable color,
we lost ourselves
to our lusty love.

Our anchor out of reach,
we kept each other
from whirling away
into oblivion.

Holding steady in the still,
waiting for the light
to at last consume us.

Straying too far
from where we’d begun,
then saved at last
by the never-failing strands
of time.

We soon collapsed
side by side,
nestled in the downy bed
of our imperfections.

© 2022 Michelle Cook

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Among the wildflowers

~ ~M ~ 49 Comments

Capture

Among the wildflowers
I laid my heart bare
Speaking to myself
But imagining you there

Your eyes stared back
Hungry with need
As I spilled the words
My heart ached to bleed

You felt the fire
Underneath my dress
As I searched for heartstrings
Embedded on my chest

You fueled my flame
With your incessant desire
And I couldn’t hold back
From what you’d inspired

I gave myself over
To your smoldering touch
Pulling you closer
Wanting you so much

With my eyes closed tight
I uttered your name
On the edge of bliss
You were now mine to claim

I took all you offered
Begging for more
Freeing my desire
Like never before

And in breathless euphoria
My body laid bare
Hidden by wildflowers
Yet you were still there

© 2020 Michelle Cook

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*Thought it would be fun to post this one again.  Originally published 6/18/2020.

Road radio blues

~ ~M ~ 21 Comments

He’s been thinking
about that one girl,
that pretty little gal
he used to know.

She’d pour his drinks
n work out his kinks
because she loved him so.

Her name was plain ol Mabel,
though, to most,
she was just a fable.

But good boy Johnny,
more skinny than brawny,
he’s never forgotten those eyes.

Once Mabel got started,
there was no departin;
he’d just get lost
in those long-legged thighs.

She was that one girl,
the one who made his head swirl,
always full of surprise.

© 2021 Michelle Cook

Photo credit: https://unsplash.com/photos/IXjuoaUgMZg

Poetry prompt:  I’ve sort of been in a slump lately when it comes to writing and decided to ask my hubby to start giving me daily prompts.  This is day 2… Road radio blues.