Hello, Sir, would you like a drink?

He didn't lift his head
No, thank you

His voice was gruff
Maybe smoky
Or just *******
She couldn't tell
It was raw and deep
Just like the North Atlantic Ocean
It held the amount of women
He must have broken
Or ******
Or maybe both
It was inviting
And she wanted an invitation

Alright, Sir




-LynnAA

She's mad
She's mad
That woman
Who always showers herself
With floral fragrances
Who waits for the wrong moments
To tell the most important things
Who laughs genuinely loud
In the most uncontrollable way
She's mad
She's mad
At being the woman
That she is




-LynnAA

She walked in
And every
Unit of
Time and space
Became a
Concept
Of his
Imagination.

He looked
At her
Eyes
Wide open
Studying the
Female-like
Constellation
Starting
To form
Every single
Star
Colliding
Into another.

She was
Something
New
Pure
Shattered
And rebuilt
And he
Saw it
With eyes
Wide open.




-LynnAA

Turn around
Let me see your bare back
My fingertips won't hurt
I promise.
They will be tracing your spine
Making it a warmer place
For my lips to hide in
As they mold with your skin.

And then you'll hit me
Because my fingertips
Were the most dry
And my lips
Were the most chapped
Amongst those of the women
Who have laid their flesh on you.




-LynnAA

He was sleeping
When she walked in

She smiled

She took her dress off
And her bra

She walked towards the bed
Slid under the covers
And hugged him

With a leg over his waist

I was sitting in church
Reading a Bukowski
When I heard
The sound of her black heels
Silencing all divinity
Leaking through the church's walls.
She walked towards me
As she always did
Then
She stopped for a moment
And looked at the cross.
I saw God in her eyes
While she walked towards Him
And kneeled
The way she always did
To tell me her darkest sins.
I waited for her
Her Rosary seemed endless.
She drew the sign of the Cross
And got up.
Should I go to her?
She was walking towards the door.
Should I go to her?
She opened the door.
"Karen!"
But the door has already closed on me
Leaving me in hell
As she took Heaven away.




- LynnAA

Tell me,
Does my innocent-looking face
Tell you that I am a descendant of God?

But you're wrong, dear.
Don't you know?
The devil hides in the most
Silent places.

He lost his tight grip over his
Glass of Cabernet Sauvignon
And it fell right at her feet.
She looked down at her white dress
Now stained with Sauvignon
She looked back at him
He was holding a glass of Merlot now
And this time he let it go intentionally.
She looked down at the floor
Shattered crystal sparkled
Like millions of stars
In an unwavering galaxy.
She looked back at him
He took her dress off
Laid it neatly on the floor
And went away.
He came back with a Pinot Noir bottle now
But she was gone.
Nonetheless
He spilled the whole bottle
On what was left of her white dress.




-LynnAA

Turn around, tender beauty
The dawn is calling for you
Take off your black Flamenco dress
And look at the sun
While its first rays touch your frail body
Burning all traces of him
Every soft touch
Every wild kiss
Every inaudible love word
Burning him to ashes, tender beauty.
To ashes.




-LynnAA

She had her back uncovered
Light leaking into her pale skin.
She decided to wait there
Maybe her bare bloom
Will bring him back
Once more.




-LynnAA

I can know when a woman
Is laying naked in your bed
Looking like a Greek Goddess
Or a Roman painting of a Goddess

She looks at you with eyes filled with lust
As the dim light uncovers her velvet skin

You are hypnotized by a painted beauty

I want to imagine you making love
To that ancient loveliness in your sheets
As the velvet turns into silk
As the painting comes to life
As the Goddess slowly degenerates
To become the sinful human being that I am.




-LynnAA

She turned in a circle around herself
And her skirt flew everywhere
Revealing imperfect thighs

She was moved by the music
She danced and danced
Not caring about any pair of eyes
Laying on her blemished body curves

And he was gladly looking at her
This time he didn't care about her bare thighs
Because in the way she danced
She exposed her **** soul

But then again
What beautiful thighs
He thought

And then
She collapsed on his lap.




- LynnAA

She was wearing a long black dress
That revealed her delicate back
She had her hair in a ballerina like bun
Her luscious lips were red
Her lashes tall and dark
And her hazel eyes darkened with a touch of blackness.

He stood behind her
His eyes following her spine
Her skin looked delicate
She turned around
Her dress fell off
He approached her
He kissed her lusciousness
Caressed her indeed soft skin
He devoured her neck
He discovered her depth
Going into the wildness and out of it
Into the wildness and out of it
She let go of a breath
That caressed his neck
Like a sweet breeze.

As a breeze went by
She felt eyes ******* her
She turned around
He looked like a feline
Wild but beautiful
She looked him right in the eyes
Inviting herself into his wildness
But he could not approach
For lack of courage
She turns and walks away
Leaving the uncertainty of her softness
Lingering in his feral beauty.




- LynnAA

The grey hair in your young beard
Tell me you've got it burned
On many women's bodies
And tonight I am sitting by the fire
Wearing my favorite burgundy dress
And dark red lipstick has painted my lips.
Forget about the wine
Forget about the cold
And let's paint our fire grey
Let Chopin play for us
As we make our own music
Until midnight announces
Our little death.
I'll keep sitting by the fire
Until your dark beard turns grey.




-LynnAA

It's raining and it's cold.
Let me wear your favorite sweater
And let me put on warm socks.
Forget about my pants.
Play a Radiohead song.
Take my hand.
Pull me close to you.
Wrap your arms around my waist.
Move us to the music.
Don't break your hold.
I'll bury my head in your neck
And your hands will slip under your sweater
So they can slide on my bare skin.
I'll plant little kisses on your neck.
I can feel your standing ovation.
Your hands will go down my thighs
Bringing them to your waist.
I'm hugging you with my whole body.
You continue to move us slowly to the music
And your lips devour mine.
You bite them.
I bite harder.
The Roman Columns are standing tall, and strong.
And La Rose is painted with morning dew.
Tonight, it will rain on the Roman Columns
And La Rose will unfold just like at the break of dawn.




-LynnAA

And there I go again
As a whole
Shattered
And wrecked
Because this time
The little island
That I call heart
Isn't the sole erroneous fiend in me
This time I
As a whole
Was a behemoth

Your favorite Daniel's
Sobered love
And dizzied lust
In me
Set forth the sacrifice
And took no heed of the body
It benighted the wit
And enlightened the blind persuasion

Deceiver of hearts
Don't knock on my gullible door
If you don't intend to enter
I might meddle in you
While you make love to
Every Jack
That paces your way.




-LynnAA

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