A bottle and a kiss, a taste of whiskey on your lips,
You and I, my Ford Explorer, a park, nighttime.

Love dew, dripping from your thighs, vibrations, emotions,
roses on the dashboard, a prom ticket on the floormat.

The air, full blast, our sweat steaming fingers on the windows.

Your dark hair curls in my mouth, my fingers at your waist,
your feet on my shins, my tongue on your lips.

We explore each other as if searching for something in the dark,
We love each other like two people who cannot love themselves,
Nothing is left to the imagination, I see my reflection,
within your caramel eyes, one last time.

The song finishes, the bottle finishes, we finish.
Everything ends.