I find myself swimming
In the depths of your stare
Sometimes I look too long
Completely unaware
And yet you smile back
Catching me and my gaze
Knowing full well
How much you amaze
And I wonder how you do it
How I get so lost in your eyes
All-consuming intensity
The fire never dies
I can always feel you
Even if we don’t touch
It’s like fireworks in my soul
Because I love you so much
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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Every morning
I see your face
Yearning for
A warm embrace
And just the sight
Of your sexy smile
Makes my day
So worthwhile
© 2020 Michelle Cook
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He was a lover of words
Drifting through time
And I tried unsuccessfully
To make him mine
He was a hoper, a dreamer
Very much like me
And when we were together
He was all I could see
He had a very unique way
Of making me feel
As if the world was all mine
Ready to steal
He was impulsive and sexy
Witty and fun
And his charming personality
Could not be outdone
He was so many things
I felt that I needed
But I soon lost my way
And I never succeeded
© 2020 Michelle Cook
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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
I see the way you look at me
With lust in your eyes
No real love to be found there
Underneath your disguise
And I’m tired of being the girl
Who says she doesn’t care
When nobody ever sees her
As if she’s really there
I can fulfill all your fantasies
But my true worth you’ll never see
As long as you keep looking
At the outside of me
© 2019 Michelle Cook
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