Steam and sweat, the sweet ache of effort. You love her in the mist, a fragile, blurred god. The pushups were a prayer to keep the devil drunk from sleeping.

Steam curls like a whispered secret. Twenty-five reps, aching and alive, melting into your wife’s gaze. The wine loosens the soul; your devotion is the only gravity left in this soft, fragrant haze.

sounds like u had a Sat blast! 🤣