I get lost in your eyes
A sea of swirling mystery
Deeply embedded in my mind
You’re the anchor of my soul
I get lost in your words
Always a varied array of desire
Infinite wants and needs expressed
You’re the ink that colors my heart
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: Pixabay.com
Amid a fire
Built for two
I solemnly sit
And think of you
And I wonder
How this life would be
If you were ever
Here with me
I know the answers
Are so close by
Found within the depths
Of every sigh
What we share
Isn’t going away
This is how I know
We will find a way
© 2019 Michelle Cook
His kisses are full of magic
They always remind me of simpler days
And I’m wishing we’d had a lifetime together
Think we’d have been happier in so many ways
His smile often reminds me of a sunrise
His cheeks rosy red from the bitter cold
And the way his eyes soften when he looks at me
Well, It’s a look that never gets old
I get lost in the depths of who he really is
The parts that nobody else can see
And when I’m snuggled up next to him
I finally feel like I can be me
© 2019 Michelle Cook
There was something about him
Maybe it was his resistance
The slight hesitation in his voice
The thrill of the chase
The game he fashioned just for me
Whatever it was
There was something there
Something that really turned me on
Something that made me wanna play
He hid his perversions well
In a place of secrecy and self-denial
Never confessing to the urges
Which plagued his corrupted soul
And whatever drove his appetite
For all those lewd, secretive cravings
Made him even more alluring to me
Relentlessly arousing my primal instincts
I remember reading his every thought
Drowning in his desires
And the very thought of him
Was delicious
© 2019 Michelle Cook
I am a slave
To its ring
That monstrosity
Of a thing
It calls for me
Night and day
Happily chiming
In its annoying way
And I wonder
What’s the good
To wish for a life
Beyond motherhood
For I was born to clean
Every mess
And so now
I shall digress
© 2019 Michelle Cook
For a month of writing prompts, click here; Waterspout wishes
His eyes they sparkle
Like the shining sea
Whenever he smiles
Looking at me
And I blush in response
To his mischievous grin
Oh the heap of trouble
We often get in
© 2019 Michelle Cook
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
For a month of writing prompts, click here; Savoring the thrill
These illicit blue walls
They speak in hushed tones
Hiding what they assume
I’ll never be able to bear
But little do they realize
I already know the truth
And the color underneath
Is unmistakably scarlet red
© 2019 Michelle Cook
For a month of writing prompts, click here; Echoing desires
She was the sun
And he was her moon
Both went to great lengths
To be able to commune
His pale face always reflected
The warmth of her glow
This was something he shared
So everyone would know
And as each night descended
During twilight’s first view
He would shine even brighter
While basking in her hue
The nights never grew dim
For she was his enduring light
And her luminous display
Made everything alright
© 2019 Michelle Cook
For a month of writing prompts, click here; She was the sun
I feel you standing there
Fingers slide across my face
A gentle kiss to my lips
Then you gather me in haste
The moment suddenly shatters
Time barges in, getting in our way
Yet somehow I’d still been convinced
That you would surely stay
© 2019 Michelle Cook
He was the grantor
Of wishes
And the bearer
Of love
He was the giver
Of affection
And the maker
Of dreams
He was the bestower
Of kindness
And the producer
Of happiness
But most of all
He was the keeper
Of her heart
© 2019 Michelle Cook
For a month of writing prompts, click here; The keeper of her heart
The sheets
Were the only witness
As to what transpired
That day
Ending up discarded
In a disheveled mess
On a cold
Barren floor
Tossed nonchalantly aside
Like they never
Even mattered
All the warmth
They ever gave
Instantaneously forgotten
As a sudden moment
Of unforeseen passion
Left them crumpled
And useless
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Here I lay
Entranced, smitten
On my deranged heart
His name is written
Foul and stained
Hungry and raw
Charmed by his voice
Ever in awe
Defiled by him
With every lewd word
The lines of reality
Skewed and blurred
Mesmerized
By every confession
He is my only
True obsession
© 2019 Michelle Cook
He knows the exact way
To pull me out
Whenever the world
Doesn’t want me about
He sees me for me
And loves all my flaws
He accepts who I am
There is no hidden clause
He keeps my secrets
And shares his own
Never making me feel
As if I’m alone
He cares for me
In a way nobody else does
And he does it all
Just because
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Writing prompt: Melted bliss
Love often tastes
Like bitter wine
Exhilarating at first
Then unrefined
Yet we never stop
Consuming our fill
The taste matters not
So long as it’s real
© 2019 Michelle Cook
