Oh how I miss discovering Wonderland,
I yearn to again, go exploring with my hand.
To experience it all sight, touch, taste, and intoxicating sounds.
I dream of the exquisite valleys, and those luscious mounds.
My hands wish to wander, caress, and trace,
Every inch from toes to your marvelous face.
My mouth savagely hungers to taste your lips,
And to dine again between your hips.
I miss the sounds you make,
while I make your body quake.
I miss the lightning coursing through me,
Sparks formed by your hands roaming free.
Your ability to make me squirm and shake,
Filling me with passion to the point of ache.
The touch of your mouth setting me a-fire,
The medical grade weed couldn’t make me higher.
Greedily I hope, that I am welcomed to return,
That is an invite I would do much to earn.
For a chance to re-live all of our fun,
and experience things we have left undone.
Some dream of hiking the mountains or laying in the sand,
But for me it’s another visit to Wonderland.