Cuffing Season

I woke up to the scent of you.

I followed my nose all the way through and it led me to the kitchen room.

Where you were there cooking up a hot plate for 2.

As you smirk and give me those, I can eat those eyes,

No lies but the plate must’ve been filled with more than just food.

Smiling from a distance, I slid closer.

She pulled me in and pulled the old, pull over.

I am sober but intoxicated from the twinkle in the eyes, a bite of the lip and I will stop time.

Let’s ride this wave, gripping the two and parting away.

Stay close and I say,

let me be your valentine forever and for always,

to lay.


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