Daydreaming
What is this overtakes me
Mid-sentence or mid-stride
Freezes the mind, when beside
Others walking, or lone?
A gust of fear? One feather
Of fluttery recall?
No; what does hushly enthral
Future-imaged, hair-blown.
WELCOME TO MY ISLAND OF BEAUTY!
Have you ever wished to be under a spell? A spell where beautiful women fulfill your every whim and desire every hour of the day and night? The price? You won’t be able to leave…you’ll be my prisoner for life…my harem’s plaything…are you willing to live in pleasure the rest of your life?
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