They call me a loveseat, and I reckon it’s true.
Sink into my cushions,
I’ve got a story to share with you.
Awkward beginnings, upon me they sat,
Neither one touching,
Shy murmurs and chitchat.
Pitch Perfect and Pillow Talk playing,
Crazy Stupid Love and Hamilton too,
Their laughter and songs kept me swaying.
Conversations started simple, “Would you like some tea?”
“Popcorn?” He’d ask, “Yes, please,”
came eagerly.
Weight shifted from my edges to my middle,
His hands found hers and the
distance between them began to dwindle.
It wasn’t long till she was perched on his lap,
Her legs pressed into me, one on each side,
Around him they wrapped, no longer a gap.
“What am I going to do with you?” he’d inquire,
She’d shrug her reply,
A playful admirer.
Soft touches and passionate kisses,
Her heart raced against me,
Their story unfolded, a tale of tender blisses.
“Mandalyn, my dear,”
He murmured with cheer,
“Where does it go from here?”
Through all the moments,
Both tender and bold,
I cradled their journey, my story told.
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