passion

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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Player

~ ~M ~ 10 Comments

In the shadows he stands
waiting for a muse
but not just anyone
is perfect for his clues

He has a way with words
philosophical charm
the kind of spirit
that would never cause harm

And it’s interesting to see
the way that he plays
the vibe he gives off
seductively stays

If I had to predict
who he’ll eventually choose
It’ll be the kind of lover
who seeks to amuse

He craves an audience
hoping for a chance
to share his artistic endeavors
while still radiating romance

Surly he’ll receive
all that he’s after
poised and ready
to be somebody’s master

© 2025 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

Will I have done enough?

~ ~M ~ 18 Comments

I’m trying to be better about reaching out,
to be more intentional with my words,
but oh, how I fail miserably.
There is never enough time
for every person I love
and for every person who loves me.
I wrestle with being able to give enough of myself,
but at the same time,
I’m trying to save some of myself just for me.
Oh, what a predicament!
One day, I will be done trying;
my body will at last wear out,
and I’ll be lost to the wind,
scattered on some sorrowful breeze,
on some unexpected lonesome day.
Will I have done enough?
Maybe it won’t matter
because maybe in the grand scheme of things,
I am just me — a tiny particle of dust
who doesn’t stand a chance
of making any difference at all.

© 2025 Michelle Cook

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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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