Lost in a seemingly endless bookshop.

Yet what was it that drew you here?

Did chance halt you amongst the spanking books?

Your eager eyes scan the shelves.

Here dwell poems, stories and confessions.

Each silently calling:

Pick me. Choose me. Read me.

I’ll arouse your mind.

I’ll fill your imagination and feed your dreams.

Your hand reaches out.

And plucks one at random…