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

Love her like
She's the raging sea,
Unrestrained and dark and deep.
And you crave her touch
Through aching pores
As you slowly drown in sleep.

Love her like
She's the tender storm,
A lovely shade of grey.
Like with every whiff
Of breath she takes,
She's taking yours away.

Love her like
She's the silent clouds
With calmness floating by.
Like you'd want to make
Sweet love to her
Under the moon's apocalyptic eye.

Love her like
She's the blazing fire,
And you lust the candied pain.
Like she's the disease
That swallowed you whole
And you'd like to die again.

When her gentle touch
Makes your chest explode,
And your addiction is your girl.
Promise you'll love her
Through hell and back,
Or don't you dare love her at all.