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

 

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Cuddle (an acrostic poem)

Couldn’t get enough of the fiasco

Ulysses chomped down on his popcorn

Dianne watched him more than the movie

Didn’t she get how gloriously stupid, but awesome, this was

Like that’s why he invited her over to watch Netflix in the first place

Eventually, he put his arm around her and she nuzzled in.  Compromise!

 

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Chill (an acrostic poem)

Can’t feel my toes right now

However I am not going to complain

If I could just shift a bit to get a bit more circulation

Look, cuddling with you is enough to ignore my toes for now

Love me some Netflix and…