Heart: What If This Were It?

I cringe at the taste of green apple Smirnoff on your lips as you kiss me in the passenger seat of your dad’s car. You’re drunk, I know, but you’re so persistent. I don’t want to take advantage of you, because it’s your first time, but, damn, somehow you know exactly what you’re doing with your hands. I know you didn't think it’d happen like this, but you’re so far gone, and I can’t find it in my heart (panties?) to stop you.