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Daniel pulls Aimee's face to his wine-stained lips for a kiss. The strap from Aimee’s slinky white sundress falls off her shoulder so he puts in back in its proper place with a caress. Her raspberry mocha colored hair is styled in a revenge-of-the-dollhouse French knot. “I’m walking Jeremy to his car, be back shortly.” Daniel says, piss-drunk and pleased with the first dinner they’ve had with his brother since buying the house. “Thank you for dinner, Aimee....

Daniel pulls Aimee’s face to his wine-stained lips for a kiss. Bright and vibrant art prints cover the walls, the works of Francesco Clemente. The music of Astor Piazzola resonates throughout their living space. Sophisticatedly scented candles and Yves Saint Laurent’s Paris, Aimee’s signature scent, permeate the air. Aimee wears a black dress with a barely there top: just two straps in a halter traveling to her waist and a slit straight up to her thigh. Her hair is styled in...

I recall drunken tears on crooked streets. Drinking, happy hour on some Bay Cruises. Spilling hair dye on economy sheets, And clumsy sex with internet losers. Sipping Stella on petite patios, While homeless people slept on every block. Walking past drug dealers smackin' their ho's. Seeing men playing with each other's cocks. Deluded drifters, feminine schemes. Due rent, late rent, never an eviction. And long nights in those crowded limosines. Years of living with youthful conviction.   I...

Bubble icon hearts, Asian girls with those Bellybutton rings, black almond shaped eyes Nipples evoking the new budding rose Teenage sex exploits get immortalized Confession addicts at our fingertips Everyone is on it mostly naked Literal or otherwise, we who sit Trading sights in lieu of something sacred I could have spent my younger years on screen Those moister extra sexual nascent years Stalked by strangers and faces never seen Glitter messages fall on deaf young ears I must be getting ol...

I start making bad decisions Early in the morning And I find 'round ten or noon A life DOA without warning.   I have a thing or two for a man Who loves for girls to adore him Get him amongst those pretty faces Watch him boast and ignore them.   The ones who love sweetly, Publicly and without angst They almost seem to quiver for Weaknesses they're up against.   On past rolls Midnight, two o'clock and three I don't care, I'll do my hair As soon as he calls me.