Daniel Paul

Yeah!   We're young and wild..
We've got money and we can love and laugh....
We are stars who hang out in the expansive skies..
We have so many friends and an endless amount of love.
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Not for me, not for them...
Blue is blue and yellow is another colour..

Old age tells of the deeper past and naively, the young boys still build sand castles...
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Last night I slept, and when I woke her kiss still floated on my lips. For we had strayed together in my bed, through some dim glade of pillows, where the shy lamp beams scarce dared light our bliss...

Cheek pressed to cheek, her firm nipples were my anchorage..
Like a block of ashes, she easily crumbled upon my touch till sleep stole her eyes.......
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Pretty women wonder where her secret lies.
She's cute and built with a curvaceous frame....
This is where her secret lies...
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Our childhood was fun and naively we prayed fighting games not knowing that strife would haunt us in adulthood....

See us emerge as teens, with blood shooting in our veins we studied every girl's gait...
Got our first kisses and tasted sour liquor; we were vibing...
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My face isn't a script to read, and my palms aren't soft...
I've trained my fingers to flip notes and I dance with a glass in hand ' cause my left hand is always steady...
Right hand is reserved for handshakes and holding my Queen's waist...
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Combed hair, well polished shoes and pressed siut....
Pick today's newspaper from the stand and board a taxi to work.....
Put on a smile when you arrive at your station...
A few handshakes with coworkers and throw in a comment or complement someone.....
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What are one of the most intimate parts of your wardrobe darling...
In a sweet voice she gives me a list...

Shoes: Slingback Heels, Peep Toe Heels, Platform Heels, Stilettos, Wedges, Mules, spadrilles and Moccasins.
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Time feeds on time and life breeds life..
Tik tok tik tok, the wall clock has its fingers traveling around an infinite loop..
In middle school, a young boy was taught that ten is to four and one to seven...
He's now matured and every night he sets the alarm to sound at six....
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Fallen empire, ripped envelopes and stolen letters; the dynasty is now a pile of ruins where jackals play tug....

Where did the kegs and harps go... Music and wine soothed our nerves more than any woman....
Skulls stand as cups and femurs serve as walking sticks to the grey-haired
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This is not I. I had no body once-only what served my need to laugh and run and stare at stars was fantasies....
Then i met you.....

Your long slope runs, above those sudden shy curves furred with light that spring below your space...
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