Don’t touch my heart, don’t touch my lips,
Don’t touch my soul, don’t touch my hips,
Just leave my body parts alone,
Please only touch my funny bone.
In turn I promise, yes, I do
I won’t touch any of you,
Be my courtly Superhero
I will gently stroke your Ego.
When my funny bone is sated,
Our status gets upgraded
To truly trepidatious start -
That is the matter of the heart.
February 9, 2020
Copyright © Margarita Lillico | Year Posted 2020
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