pinks and blues and golden hues
sunset simmers in the sky
and inside
I look in your eyes for the first time-blue

backwoods and a warm beer
my *** is sore sitting on this rock
my hands a mess but I don't seem to care
somehow I find myself already thinking about your ****

the night turns to black
you ask to go back to your car
I warily oblige aware of what's to ***
the first time we've met and we're going to take it too far

we find ourselves in the backseat of your prius
its hot that you care like that
chest to chest, we begin to neck
excuse me, I guess you can't mind your hands

once you find yourself inside I scream
I know it feels better for you than me
it always does
I'd prefer a few fingers and some tongue

when you drop me off at my place
you salute with:
"good night,
homie."