don’t get too aggressive with that beer, love.
don’t let it miss your mouth, rolling down your chin.
don’t let it fog your head.
don’t get too aggressive with that cigarette, love.
don’t smoke it, then another, then another.
don’t let it char your once marathon-running lungs.
don’t get too aggressive with those boys, love.
don’t let them touch you while you dance, running their hands up and down your sides.
don’t let them take you upstairs to talk.
it’ll be the mistake of your life.
but it’s fun, she says.
and who doesn’t want some fun?
cause what do i have anyway,
other than a nice, hard ass, and some tits
to suck on?
might as well use them for a bit of fun.
then, by all means,
go ahead, love.
no one’s here to judge.