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Sitting close on the couch, whiskey in hand,

Two others there but it's like they speak a language I long forgot how to understand,

Don't get out of hand, don't be your own demise,

Do whatever you have to not to stare at Hayleys eyes.

High school chatter in the background,

Opposite of the cell in my pocket making no sound,

"Time to snuggle?", finally found a moment that surprises,

"Yes please" I respond and my confidence exercises.

Lock the door behind us so it's just us, at your command,

I slowly realize I was looking forward to this and understand,

Even if my heart stands cold on ice, you chipped through,

Much like a straw through a smile with a chipped tooth.

The biting of my lip, the slow kissing so subtle,

Take a second and whisper to you "wow you're trouble",

But the good trouble, the fun one I've needed,

I just hope for my sake nothing has been mentally deep seeded.