Cuddling is a Sport, and We’re Olympians
Champions of the Cozy Games
The blankets are drawn, the match has begun,
Our cuddling contest—where both of us won.
Limbs intertwining in synchronized grace,
A world-class embrace at a world-record pace.
_ _ _
Your arms are a fortress, my chest is the prize,
We perfect the tuck as the firelight sighs.
No referee needed, no rules to uphold,
Just warmth and affection—our currency’s gold.
_ _ _
We wrestle for pillows, we battle for space,
Yet somehow, we always end up face to face.
A tangle of love, a huggable heap,
Training all night while the rest are asleep.
_ _ _
So here’s to the sport that we both adore,
With snuggles and squeezes—we're keeping the score.
No podium needed, no judges in sight,
Just you as my teammate each cuddling night.
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Comments (2)
Aww, so cozy and lovely~ I love your poem especially this line: "Just warmth and affection—our currency’s gold." Beautifully written!
Amazing! Great cuddling! I have a cuddle buddy too!