Isn’t it true
There’s a writer in you?
Can’t you see
All you’re meant to be?
Why would you be here
If this weren’t true?
Best get to writing
It’s expected of you. 😉
© 2018 Michelle Cook
passion
Coffin Candy
She was a real tasty candy apple treat
Loved by all the men she’d often meet
Subtly sexy and radiating desire
Just what every man sought, wanted, and required
But there was a secret which she kept hidden
Something about her, so temptingly forbidden
One nip from her and they’d finally understand
Vampires always have the upper hand
© 2018 Michelle Cook
For a month of writing prompts, click here; Coffin Candy
September sunrise
Your smile is like a September sunrise
The warmth of it permeates to my very core
And with every amusing expression you give me
I can’t help but want you more
Butterflies appear out of nowhere
Whenever you’re around
And sometimes I’m afraid you’ll disappear
If I dare breathe or make a sound
You’re like a wonderful dream
Seeming too perfect to actually be true
But my hope is that all my September’s
Will now be more resplendent because of you
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Writing prompt: September sunrise
Poor Petunia
She heard him stumble in
Smelling of smoke and cheap wine
It was half past two
And he had crossed the line
She’d been sound asleep
In such peaceful repose
Then he staggered in
And began licking her toes
She tried to be nice
Even gave him a quick wink
But she was tired of his shenanigans
Whenever he would drink
So she rolled right over
And ignored his advances
He needed to learn
There were only so many chances
© 2018 Michelle Cook
*This is Petunia’s side of the story, you can find Peter’s here.
Poor Peter
He came to her
With eyes sparkling bright
It was half past two
In the middle of the night
He was grinning wide
From ear to ear
And had a message for her
That was crystal clear
She winked at him
Then went back to sleep
He was left dazed and confused
Yet made not a peep
His mischievous smile faded
As he gave up the go
Accepting the sad truth
That there would be no show
© 2018 Michelle Cook
This is Peter’s side of the story, you can find Petunia’s here.
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