secrets

Do you ever send whispers on the wind?

~ ~M ~ 18 Comments

Do you ever try to send whispers on the wind,
and if you do, what do you say?
Are your murmurs pleasant and cheery,
or do they come out more cold and gray?

What if everyone sent messages on the wind;
do you think we’d all feel more heard?
Imagine a chance to say all you want
and never be deferred.

I often wonder if our soft soliloquies
do sometimes make it to their intended;
to be able to pour out our hearts without reproach
seems like it would be quite splendid.

Confrontation can be so intimidating;
I often wish others could just feel my words.
Spoken sentimentalities drifting on the wind,
is it really all that absurd?

© 2022 Michelle Cook

Under a strawberry sky

~ ~M ~ 39 Comments

Life was forever bliss
under that strawberry sky.

Intertwined, we remained,
just you and I.

Caught up in imaginings
only we could see.

Keeping each other’s secrets
and running free.

Making love on that sandy,
secluded shore.

Every delicious desire
was ours to explore.

© 2021 Michelle Cook

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Delicious

~ ~M ~ 37 Comments

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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

Accursed

~ ~M ~ 10 Comments

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He had never once guessed
He’d be left all alone
But that’s what happens
When you’re deceitfully prone

And in his blind consternation
He believed his cover was hidden
With all his deep dark secrets
Locked somewhere in the forbidden

But she had attained access
To every pathetic and unregretful lie
Even though he thought for certain
All was hidden from her eye

And that was the veiled beauty
Her most perfect vindication
For she was witness to it all
As she watched his ruination

His poor soul was the only responder
As his eyes grew imminently dim
And he’d never even expected
All the trouble he was in

© 2019 Michelle Cook