In a dim-lit room where the night softly sighed,
Two souls alighted, where shadows abide.
A smooth, glass bong like a siren did call,
They met in the flicker of laughter's soft thrall.
With a spark from the lighter, hearts started to race,
As the smoke swirled around, they found their own space.
In clouds of sweet laughter and whispers so light,
Time blurred on the edges of that magical night.
Their fingers brushed gently, an electrifying spark,
In the haze of the moment, love lit up the dark.
Each puff carried secrets, dreams danced upon air,
They knew in that instant, they were destined to share.
Eyes met like mirrors, reflecting desire,
As the smoke twisted softly, they built a warm fire.
In this garden of joy, draped in green velvet hues,
They breathed in their passion and tasted the muse.
With every sweet toke, their spirits entwined,
In the rhythm of laughter, their souls were aligned.
They spoke of adventures, of wild, wondrous dreams,
Each word like a petal from love's blossomed schemes.
As dawn painted skies with the blush of the morn,
They found in each other a love newly born.
In a dance of ash kisses and memories spun,
Two lovers emerged, forever as one.
So raise up the bong, let the stories unfurl,
In the sweetness of smoke, they found a new world.
For where hearts intertwine and dreams softly land,
Love blooms in the haze, hand in delicate hand.
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