Strawberries and Champagne
Gay held the moment we had longed for, at last...
A tad bit tipsy atop the moonlit grass; shyly saying
She wished or needed to go, pooh; smiling turning
My head away as she did; so much better she said
While then we toasted this night, our night; fleeing
Awkward nerves pretentious worry; both nineteen
Virgins trying to break through, love's desired gate.
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