passion

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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Trouble

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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

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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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Echoing desires

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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

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