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.
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