Ladies atingle when he jingle.
Lust fly from head to toe.
Sobs flying from eyes moisten wet.
Lover man aplenty he always in demand.
Trade in and reject the man can't depend.
Eyes aroving up and down a fair and pretty form.
Paul the lad is always on the prowl.
Screeches loud of pain, pleasure twirl a whirlwind capture.
Fairest to plain he visit them all.
Fine and stately his bearing be no lass safe from his allure.
Mothers eyes cold with meaness roll his way.
Paul strutted through streets of bustling commerce uncaring
of the ire directed his ways.
Friends left him by himself no need for competition they say.
Approached one day know you the hearts broken today.
Paul replied I give all the pleasure they crave.
Too bad all the women cried you damn cad we love you fast
and deep have to be brave.
Bad News Paul heard the news and said so long love you too
but I won't be had.
By Felicia McCaw
Friday, August 12, 2011
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