Slide Them Boots On Under My Bed
By La Belle Rouge
Cowboy, slide them boots on under my bed
and don’t worry bout the law in town
I got a little honeydew for you
when that big orange sun goes down
Cowboy can I wear your hat
and strap on them treacherous spurs?
Can I tie your hands with your lasso?
Now watch out for my dangerous curves
Cause I don’t give a rat’s azz
what town folk think of me and you
Our bed, our bodies, our business
all the sweet sexy things we do
I aint much liked by the ladies in town
I think they’re jealous it’s true
cause when that big orange sun goes down
their beds aint got nothin hot like you
Belle, guess it could be said, 'those boots ain't walkin' no where' which is fine, but darlin' could you please turn the music down, it's interferin' with what's on my mind.
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Gerry
Peace,
Dayvid
And I enjoyed reading about it.
Richard
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What fun...your special brand of poetry indeed.
The best!
John
I love this sexy poem..You are always so creative..
Much peace, love, and light,
Amber
GOD BLESS YOU, Always
Tony
Cheers,
Dan