Chill (an acrostic poem)

 

Cold hands touched his back

He couldn’t help himself.  He flinched.

It broke the moment, and after an awkward pause she left

Leaving him alone with only half his plans for the night

Luckily Netflix wasn’t as judgey

 

Image:  rush.edu/sites/default/files/styles/hw_670x475/public/cold-hands-and-frigid-digits.jpg

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