Drunk sledding

She is holding me tight 
Our breath in plain sight 
Her nose adorably red 
From winters bite. 
Our minds compromised  
From the wrong drinks made right 
The liquor warms our blood 
As we push off the top 
And slide into childhood 
Her hold begins to tighten 
As this becomes more exciting 
We hit the bottom and take a tumble 
This is the girl I love 
With her in my life, I cannot act humble.