Plump and provocative
Was all he ever saw
Her luscious curves
Were the only real draw
He said he cared for her
And wanted her for his own
Then another woman appeared
And his cover was blown
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Writing prompt: Plump and provocative
I waited and waited
Yet he never did come
Seems my taco telepathy
Had finally been outdone
Apparently he found another
So much prettier than me
And now she’s the only one
He’s been longing to see
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Writing prompt: Taco telepathy
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
He was a touch of perfect
And yet perfect was never meant to last
And the problem seemed to stem
From when the present became the past
Over the years he changed
His familiar face I could no longer see
And it was a heart-crushing moment
When he was no longer who I knew him to be
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Writing prompt: A touch of perfect
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.
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