What's not to like Poem, by hzugman, at My poetic side

I'll wait for my date and she'll never be late

I'll muss up her hair and she won't even care

I'll kiss her sweet lips sometimes covered with chips

I'll sing her a song and the words won't be wrong

I'll sip on her wine and then she'll sip on mine

I'll massage her neck and she'll wiggle like heck

And then when it's groovy we'll take in a movie

Perhaps take a walk and barely will talk

It's not overbearing this caring we're sharing

And then when it's done we both shall be one.

And when the date ends we're the truest of friends

A week then goes by and I'm back with my Di

Comments +

Paul Bell May 7th, 2022 05:35
This is my sort of girl, covered in chips, vinegar too, a trip to the zoo, back by two.
- hzugmanMay 7th, 2022 08:40
  Like the title says, What's not to like.

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