champagne kisses

i don’t want to realise that i love you when i’m drunk.

make my knees weak and my heart beat to the sound of your voice sober. give me kisses to last a lifetime, that i’ll remember long after the night ends and the vodka runs dry and my mind is clear and all i’m drunk on is your love, straight up.

thoughts?

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