Monday, June 15, 2009

Wonderland

Let’s start at the toes
Painted the color of Rose
Ride her ankles to the calves
Perfect dimensions, you do the math
Smooth legs like fresh pavement
My hands marvel in amazement
Next on the tour are her thighs
I love food so they’re like a fresh ham in my eyes
In this Wonderland, that’s a gift wrapped prize
Her hips are perfect love handles
And have been kept away from vandals
Her belly button can’t hide in the desert of her stomach
My fingers jump for joy as they rummage
They glide back and forth across her plains
Moving from plains to beautiful hillsides
Way too smooth for a bumpy ride
And through their valley I just glide
Speaking of glide, next are her wings
And down her arms to those hands she holds the heart of her King
With each finger she can do no wrong
Because together they become ten pillars strong
Next are the windows to her soul
And these windows play a major role
They show the light that her heart bares
You can tell everything by a stare
Her lips is the doorway
But only her King can enter that way
After this journey it’s hard to stand
Because her body is a Wonderland

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