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A Continuation Of My Poem "Frontier Justice"


Courtesan To Cowgirl
By La Belle Rouge

One special night to remember
in my locked bedroom by candlelight
I tied that cowboy up with his rope
and used that horsewhip all night

Long about three in the morning
he easily broke that rope in two
and I can’t even tell you about
all the things he taught me to do

Now I was a frontier adventuress
dirty deeds done dirt cheap or free
but that cowboy was an apostle of sex
and he preached the hard gospel to me

Next day we left that hell hole behind us
and rode together into an orange sunset
All the other whores said I’d be ridin back
but me and the cowboy aint been back yet

That cowboy was a miracle in a Stetson
The best thing ever happened to me
He could be master he could be slave
and his ragin fire could set mine free

He once wore a rusted tin star
but now he was a gamblin man
Dressed up so fine, I’d stand behind
his opponents giving signals with my hand

Sometimes we ride hard all day
and roll in the prairie grass all night
Sometimes I let him have his way
and sometimes I put up a fight

Me and the cowboy got an understandin
we speak a language without no words
Sometimes I ride his bronco hard all night
wearin nothin but a smile and my silver spurs

Life is just one long wild rodeo ride
of ill gotten gains and raucous sex
I say, “Cowboy what’s your name?”
he says, “Ma am just call me Tex.”

He taught me how to rope and ride
and against all the odds to win
He taught a cheater how to cheat
and a sinner how to sin

From courtesan to cowgirl
a transition smoothly made
Now I’ll be hell bent for leather
til they lay me low in my grave



8/2/2008 La Belle Rouge

“Poetry, Historical Heat”


Music "My Maria"