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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When I think of you…

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When I think of you
I think of dances in the rain
Midnight walks and talks
Never a refrain

When I think of you
I think of autumn showers
Sitting at a little café
Talking for hours

When I think of you
I think of smiles under an umbrella
Holding your hand tight
So much I wanna tell ya

And when I think of you
I feel happier when it rains
The tie that binds us
Just cannot be explained

© 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

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

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