I pour a glass of that weekend wine to take me to you. Remembering the times with every sip. The laugh the smile that that comes across my face. Others see it as intoxication, in actuality its a sensation. The one nobody will ever know except your or I. No need to explain these beautiful feelings. So unwind my mind sweet weekend wine.
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