She leads me,
Winding down all her back roads,
Taking shortcuts through her memory.
She is well versed in the way,
I'm just a straggler,
Trying to keep up.

She moves, in and out, up and around.
All the magnificent and intricate parts of her of mind.
Its enchanting.
To be lost in her wonderland.

But she moves too quickly,
And I'm lost.
Alone in the road, searching.
She is gone.
Left me here enchanted and amazed,
Finding much more pleasure than im able to give her.

She is the Cheshire cat.
Toying with me.
Enjoying my confusion as she peers on from a distance.
To say I dont enjoy myself would be a lie,
But I cannot see the road ahead.