Cowgirl...

Tight jeans wrapping her legs so bowed,

Usually wrapped around her stud so bold,

Riding him like a bucking bronco,

Putting him away wet, with sweat from their encounter…

Never tire does she, of his entry into her fold,

Never tire does he, as she is more to him than gold,

Riding him she would, right now, if she were near,

You may know this for now and for the future, have no fear…

My cowgirl does ride her Tennessee walker when he trots,

But not her cowboy when he does have those infamous trots,

She does ride her cowboy stud’s shaft, in her dreams, in her wishes, all the time,

He does reciprocate, whenever the chance does arise, no, I am not telling lies…

                             © ed – 4/25/04