Rex

Perplexity is often confused as the inability to fully comprehend an experience, event, or someone else’s’

understanding. Perplexity is my reaction to the graceful ways you carry yourself, the way you move

your lips when you talk to me, or the smiles that I show when I watch your hips. You leave me in a

trance, a solo dance, a romantic interlude with thoughts of being, well, rude. Not disrespectful, but

downright nasty, like mud-wrestling in a pit that’s wet and murky, or, licking honey from your breasts,

hmmm, dirty. I’m a bad boy, I know, but gimme a minute, you may like what I have to show. Hey, I only

bite to give pleasure, if you ask me how far I would go I would pull out my tape measure. If I’m Kinky

then be Mrs. Kinky, long and slow, like the stare you would give a vicious bull at the local rodeo. I’m

the frying pan, you’re the fire, I wanna feel your heat lifting me higher and higher and higher, blowing my

mind like bubblegum, hmm, yum yum. Can I clean your mules, lace your lace, rub your scent all over my

face, candy cane ain’t never been this sweet, give it to me girl, trick or treat.

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