Brat's Hideout!

Hopefully! That or he was wondering my cup size!

It all sounds very suspect to me :D.

"You are like a punky Laura Petrie. Maybe it's just the polka dots."
That was one of the best compliments of my life until he took it back. Men...

I'll compliment you on your eyes and smile, because from what I can see they're gorgeous :kiss::rose:.

An answer to yesterday's question is pending ;).
 
Frustrating....

A snuggle, a cuddle
I pray, not another riddle
I get so giddy I aim to please
Slowly the "we" gets morphed into "me"s
Soon I'm pumping your sex
Wondering if I'll get mine next
Every whispered desire turns into distraction
These wooden thighs burning with friction
You smell smoke and douse my fire
With you I can't aim for higher
Left feeling like a joke
Inhaling your sweet sour smoke
 
Not at all. Not for fun reasons either. I hope your excuse was fun!

Nah. Not as frustrating as your poem above, but still frustrating. Mental conniptions, puzzles to decode, and just thinking that wouldn't quit.
 
A snuggle, a cuddle
I pray, not another riddle
I get so giddy I aim to please
Slowly the "we" gets morphed into "me"s
Soon I'm pumping your sex
Wondering if I'll get mine next
Every whispered desire turns into distraction
These wooden thighs burning with friction
You smell smoke and douse my fire
With you I can't aim for higher
Left feeling like a joke
Inhaling your sweet sour smoke

Wow! Man. I'm sorry.
 
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