I've been on this island for so long, I've run out of things to fantasize about about, sexually, that is.
I've forgotten what a woman even looks like. Now all I fantasize about is that palm tree on the hill that I can't seem to reach.
The way it shakes its leaves, knowing how good it looks. I'm only human, for Pete's sake. Besides, you grow leaves like that, you're just asking for it.
