I think I can finally better express how I felt that night on Josh's birthday. I wrote a poem, fairly quickly so forgive me if it, you know, sucks but here it is none the less.
Quelle Soir
The moment was daft
I’ll take a sip and laugh
Nothing more edible
Then when he rubs my calf
All was weaving beautifully
Spinning absolute, truly
Then on our high we
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