In a room where the air was thick and smooth,
Two soulmates met, by chance or fate,
With a bubbling bong, they shared a laugh,
A puff of green, igniting heartbeats,
Their eyes glazed over, visions dancing,
Who knew love sparked with a simple hit?
She passed it first, her eyes alight,
He coughed, then giggled, "What a lovely fate!"
They traded stories, dreams, and jokes,
A haze of green, whimsies expanding,
With each inhale, their spirits soared,
Caught in a cloud, their hearts synchronized.
“Is it the weed or are you just cute?”
He asked, as her laughter filled the space,
“This friendship’s high is really divine!”
But their eyes twinkled with romantic heat,
One cheeky smile, all confidence lost,
They pooled their hearts like smoke in a whirl.
They shared a bite from her homemade treats,
Sugary snacks that led to sweet dreams,
“Just to be clear, are we stoned or lovesick?”
He wondered aloud, eyes barely gleaming,
“No need to guess, let’s embrace the buzz,”
And so their hands, like clouds, intertwined.
Days turned into weeks, full of munchies and bliss,
They’d medicate in parks, feeding squirrels with crumbs,
Friends would roll their eyes, “Oh, there they go!”
Yet each toke deepened the spark they had found,
Their love grew potent, a strain of its own,
A hybrid fusion of laughter and dreams.
Years later, they’re still sharing that bong,
With stories and laughter, built from their smoke,
“Remember that time we fell off the couch?”
He chuckles, with eyes all droopy and bright,
She nods and replies, “I’d relive it again,”
Their hearts purring softly, in a blazing love.
Hazy Humor is licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0
