Alice, by Paul Laurence Dunbar

Know you, winds that blow your course
Down the verdant valleys,
That somewhere you must, perforce,
Kiss the brow of Alice?
When her gentle face you find,
Kiss it softly, naughty wind.

Roses waving fair and sweet
Thro’ the garden alleys,
Grow into a glory meet
For the eye of Alice;
Let the wind your offering bear
Of sweet perfume, faint and rare.

Lily holding crystal dew
In your pure white chalice,
Nature kind hath fashioned you
Like the soul of Alice;
It of purest white is wrought,
Filled with gems of crystal thought.

Alice’s Wonderland

Story taken from the lesbian stories section of www.seductionsexstories.com:

Raindrops began tapping softly against the windshield as Alice merged the car onto the interstate exit ramp. The digital readout on the dashboard clock said 11:53 pm. She was worn out from the four hour drive back home from the weekend writing workshop shed attended in Denver. Thank God the rain didnt start until now, she thought to herself.