I Escape To My Fantasy Island

I escape to my brilliant fantasy island, Whenever fortune comes my way. And if I was given half a chance, I’d be there every day. You see, on my island there’s happy and clear, I’m a free, fun sort of boy. No one judges, rants or argues either, It’s a place that I enjoy. Sometimes fame escapes to visit, And I meet Hendrix, de Vinci, or Monet. We talk about our depth of feeling, A sexy talking little ballet. Other times my most beautiful women, They visit without their clothes. But that fantastic little adventure, I’d rather not disclose. I escape to my brilliant fantasy island, It’s the place I can fantasize. I go there every single night, When I lay in bed and close my eyes. written 6th June 2016 For the Nayda's Fantasy Island contest.