Dating Terms

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
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Gauthier Avatar
March 5, 2020 at 5:43 PM
Fun poem, Margarita. Well done.
Callus Avatar
February 17, 2020 at 9:52 AM
Your funny bone has been well sated, Margarita....thank you for an enjoyable sense of humour:) Regards // paul
Lillico  Avatar
February 18, 2020 at 5:18 PM
Thank you, Paul, for sharing the bone:) M.
Gondolf Avatar
February 10, 2020 at 4:53 PM
You had strict rules for your dates, Margarita. Did you ever go out with the same guy more than once? Just joking, I enjoyed this humorous piece my friend. Hugs, John
Lillico  Avatar
February 18, 2020 at 5:17 PM
Not that strict after all the preliminaries:) XO
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