When kissed, her soft lips elucidates wonderland.
Every syllable flashed her reign
danced, in your motherland
concealed her inner disdain
and temporary desire for another man.
The sway of her hips pierced through hearts
imprinting temptations at every corner
What an Art !
She extirpates into another shape hidden by heavy armor
at every sound of her counterparts lustful “sweetheart”
followed by his undesirable late night dagger.
Where is her wonderland ?
The plentiful green in his pockets.
A language he does not understand
with history of contraband kept inside her closet.
Whispering lies inside her treasure box,
his only company.
Years has passed since love escaped
Wonderland has rebuilt it’s face.