At the Foot of the Tower

The aimless meanderings of a wandering man

Who woke to the sun and the desert

With robes dragging behind, never taking a misstep

The light and the sweat on his brow will never blind him

He knew of a city beyond the horizon

A sense of place

A sense of belonging

Drawn to a place that he'd never seen

A single-mindedness overtaking

Short of breath

A transparent red

Flowed from his hand as he drank from a cactus

Ran as fast he could

When the wretch appeared behind him

Stumbling, panicking, fearing and falling

A taunting image of the city reaching beyond his grasp

Hurting to breathe

Inevitably

Calmly carrying the unconscious body away

Locked inside a room

At the top of a tower

Table, chair, bed and the rest

To live quite comfortably here

The moon rose and the night had fallen

'Twas still daytime 'round this pillar

Where am I? he questioned

Home, she replied in a rather deep voice

On the other side of the wall

Amidst the bubbling of boiling water

Now I'll be another minute

Before I will come in

It opened revealing her nude appearance of ugly

Was strongly attractive

She began an act that would last for the rest of the night

Seduction

Pleasure

And the tingling between his thighs

But the city beckoned him once more

Many days and nights passed

Before she left the door open

By mistake

He took this chance to escape

Avoiding all of her traps beforehand

Free from his prison

He took a breather at the foot of the tower

Before crossing the barrier

Where the magic wore off

Compass, bow and arrow

Belt, helmet and shield

There will be no tomorrow

As they fly over the sandy field

Now she must create another

To satisfy her sexual needs

He finally reached the city

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