Secret guardians
They gather in forest glens
Minding the mushrooms
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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Writing prompt: Guardians of the graveyard and the mushroom forest
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
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
He knows the exact way
To pull me out
Whenever the world
Doesn’t want me about
He sees me for me
And loves all my flaws
He accepts who I am
There is no hidden clause
He keeps my secrets
And shares his own
Never making me feel
As if I’m alone
He cares for me
In a way nobody else does
And he does it all
Just because
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Writing prompt: Melted bliss
Embedded between
Every worn page and fold
Some stories beg to be read
While others just want to be told
Simple black lettering
Has so much to tell
The story’s whole purpose
Is to put you under its spell
Each book can charm
Captivate and delight
Some can bring a smile
While others fill us with fright
But every unique word
Seems to have the same effect
It pushes the reader to learn
And quite often reflect
And by the end of our lives
We’ve shared hundreds more
For each book that we read
Is another life explored
Every story is a vast world
Created by a dream
Filled to the very brim
With secrets bursting at the seams
And I think that I like knowing
That there is always a book to explore
For a chance to live through another’s dream
Is something we should never ignore
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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