You’re the ink that colors my heart

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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


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Solemn wishes

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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

Magic

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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

Delicious

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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

Washing woes…

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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


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