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.