What does paradise look like to you? Maybe some remote island far off at sea? Perhaps not.. Those of us that thrive in the city and nightlife might agree you can find such a piece of your own personal heaven or hell here on the states southern most tip.. nights full of debauchery...tight clothes and loose morals.... sandy beaches just at your doorstep... Each female a beautiful work of art in her own right... hailing from somewhere just around the world...Lustful looks.... Heels click down ocean drive, lincoln avenue, collins, Wynwood, Coconut Groove, Little Haiti.... So on and so... Click, click, click....Little money machines... In a city that rarely sleeps...Everyone chasing their own hopes, dreams, demons.... so on and so ...holding on....holding in..holding out....or just holding by a seam..... It's hard to be devote...sometimes it's hard to live without..... When every exotic animal has a different beautiful fur coat... I could tell you about after hours..after hours and hours.......but still not happily ever after.. Getting along here now just fine...... after.. The aftermath....the gypsy path...lead us not into temptation....but everything looks so tempting...attempting to hold on... To myself....a few other people want to hold on to a coattail or 2.... Meanwhile Others just want to hold you back....damn whats the hold up?... Nights filled with empty promises.. A pocket full of business cards... But no wristwatches..somewhere between here and the flashy lights....Conversations deleted... you don't remember me? We've been introduced at least 5 times... Marijuana smoke fills lungs...spend some time hot boxing... Then shadow boxing in my head... You can't imagine what goes on in this brain... So excuse me if I forget a date or a name....stand out or stand in line....cut past the front... Or just cut past the front...you dig bro? Things must be painted in every city.. But the dream is now in Miami... You know the motto.. some say Yolo.... and so Milk and honey drip from eager thighs... Dont let me become Baptized in this shallow pond of love .... Wise words from a wise man... Some say foolish...but who's fooling who? Hollow words perhaps... Walk on hollow ground... The sand pushes up between these toes.. click, click, click...the minds shutter snaps...in a forgetful mind... Don't rob me of this day for this day is great... So what if there have been many before this... Or that.. Cause that is this...and that was that....but I'm not talking matter.. So no matter how hard you try.. Let us paint the highest towers...if the rope holds then allow it to lift us up to the tallest point... And if not break now.....Let us not be disappointed when the sun sets for tomorrow it will rise on the sea...and once again the sun will reflect down on Miami in all her shine and grim... when the dirt clings to the streets and homeless let the rain wash over us in a hail of love from the sky.... Blow beautiful lady with a mighty fury... And when the anger is gone may we once more embrace and make passionate love under the setting sun... Lay lady lay and allow me to once more bask in your beauty as the shadows pull tight across your tight frame... Miami you are my mistress and if I left tomorrow you would be missed...tell me now you feel the same....
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