
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

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