In her deadly
blue eyes, I fall down the
rabbit hole.
Down
down
down I go.
I hit the
earth like a
mock turtle on its
back;
with a smack;
like a shot to the vein.
She travels through my
bloodstream with the
force of a mad tea party.
Her hair is dormouse soft.
I touch it, and feed
her tarts, as she
rides me like
a guillotine;
sharp and final,
with a purpose;
like a porpoise with a
fish hook in
its mouth.
I hold on tight
and never let go.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 28th, 2024 15:09
- Comment from author about the poem: Check out my you tube channel where I read this poem from my recent book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, available on Amazon.com
- Category: Love
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Comments5
Ah, Alice the temptress, alluring innocence, that is not so innocent? Who could resist that hint of a smile, the slight cock of the head, and the ever so slightly provocative stance. You've weaved elements of the story into a delighful adult fantasy. Excellent!
Thank you Bella for reading and commenting.
Fabulous, lol your imagery is well, let's just say I see it all. Brilliant Sir. 🌹
Thank you so much.
That Alice in Wonderland can be a real temptress Thomas.
Andy
Thank you.
A fine write and a fine gal T.
Thank you.
The art of biology in full view. Nice work!
thank you.
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