I’m high on you

She’s twisting and turning
The ribbons are swirling
Her face smiles up into his
With a giggle, she’s falling
He catches her, twirling
And for a moment
She’s sober in his arms
Then she grabs his tie
And pulls him down
Plants a kiss square on his lips
He shakes his head
And picks her up
And carries her off to bed.

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