Vanilla
Books
Music
Light
And you
But you're not along with me
Physically
Yet you wander
In every relish
Every dedication
Every sensual tune
And every captured moment
Of induced euphoria.




-LynnAA

The little drops of the first rain smelled like him.
Dewy mornings and shy sunshine.
Stolen rainbows and tender breezes.

The **** cherry tree was as tender as her.
Gentle autumn leaves and timid storms.
Careful clouds and bare branches.

He looked like autumn and she behaved like autumn.
Yet together, they blended into a biased winter.




-LynnAA

She sees some sort of beauty tainted in the smell of almost a pack of cigarettes.
And little drops of his favorite coffee stained his body and resided as freckles that showed the amount of kisses she would leave on his wild skin - if he'd let her.
His innocence resides in his virility - if virility was ever innocent.
And for him, she is just the portal to heaven to which he holds the key.
And that key itself led him to other heavens, sometimes to a few hells, and some other times to nowhere.
With her, he might go nowhere.
But if she decides to take him on a little trip, his key will lead him to a journey he's never been to - her.




-LynnAA