The Playboy Saint: Provocative Pulsations

By Mr. Shaw

Provocative Pulsations is about a saint turned playboy.

By accident, he rediscovers his lust for fast women while compiling his encounters into an erotic memoir.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Sep 13, 2017
• ISBN: 9781543451825

Mr. Shaw

Mr.shaw is back with his second novel! At one time he was a ghostwriter & award winning credited songwriter for mega pop rap group the blackeyedpeas. He lives in Los Angeles In obscurity His books are written In secrecy....

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Copyright © 2017 by Mr. Shaw.

ISBN:                   Softcover                         978-1-5434-5181-8

                            eBook                               978-1-5434-5182-5

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Rev. date: 09/13/2017

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Contents

Chapter 1: Flaunted wings

Chapter 2: Caressing leg

Chapter 3: Rig & Dope

Chapter 4: Analisa’s cross

Chapter 5: Sainthood lost

Chapter 6: Heart huntress

Chapter 7: Chick piranhas

Chapter 8: Fresh thought

Chapter 9: The tender garden

Chapter 10: Cruz & the saint

Chapter 11: Rarely has it ever felt this During twilight

Chapter 12: Pulsations

Chapter 1: Flaunted wings

I was born to flaunt my most

& bring your daughters closer to Jesus.

I was born to rise like the Phoenix

& keep your broads heart broke

Snivelling on a Kleenex.

In the 90s

I had it made

Private investment group job-paid.

3 to 6 broads a week

On my doorstep-laid.

Music, money, babes

Sunny southern California

Waves of cocaine, meth.

Jogging laps around death

& not breaking a sweat,

Then a small fog appeared

To sweep across my landscape

Blocking parts of the light,

I was in a daze continuously

Loaded watching the sunrise

Weeks back to back

Without sleep.

A candidate for a sweet heart attack,

Puzzled by my lack of control

Becoming insepidous yet still

On a roll.

Dipped in gold

Reaking of mold

Habitually doubtless

Mountains of my convictions fold.

I want a gilf to flaunt in front

Of my milf

Who I’d leave for some hot young babe

With breast filled with milk.

I need it to feel connected

I need it to escape,

But I’m so wrapped up

In my imperfections

It’s hard to do things in good taste.

I