“Is wasabi still our biggest difference” is such a stupidly specific flex, I laughed. Like yeah sure, romance is alive and it’s arguing in the condiment aisle. I’m not even mad, I’m just here watching it happen.
This felt genuinely tender and playful at the same time. I really enjoyed how the poem moves between humor, intimacy, and that sense of shared momentum — like two people learning each other in real time. There’s a softness here that doesn’t try to impress, just to be honest. Thank you for sharing this.
I was promised smut and got sweetest poems I read in a while...
Not cool, dewd!
Thank you I’ll take that as a compliment actually
It was one indeed.
Thank you
Check one before it, “when morning learns our names.”
Yes. Sure. I bet it’s very hot.
I WON’T BE FOOLED A SECOND TIME!
The other one is way more smutty. Same with the one coming on Saturday.
I'm here for the Rescue Rangers.
I think we all are at some point.
Beautiful, Leo!
thank you
A true love affair! ♥️
Thank you.
Love it
Thank you Sara
What a beautiful piece of work 🫶
Thank you
“Is wasabi still our biggest difference” is such a stupidly specific flex, I laughed. Like yeah sure, romance is alive and it’s arguing in the condiment aisle. I’m not even mad, I’m just here watching it happen.
Watching from the back of the condiment aisle. I don’t think I’ve argued about condiments before 😂
The way you wrote it is actually very beautiful 🤗❤️❤️ lovee it🥹❤️
Thank you. I’m glad you enjoyed it
my pleasure 🤗❤️
This felt genuinely tender and playful at the same time. I really enjoyed how the poem moves between humor, intimacy, and that sense of shared momentum — like two people learning each other in real time. There’s a softness here that doesn’t try to impress, just to be honest. Thank you for sharing this.
Thank you, it is very much a new experience, so we are both learning each other. I’m glad you enjoyed it.