The Cowboy



It was late

My shoes, your boots were tapping against the table

The balls were clinking

I was stripes the whole night

The Cowboy walks in

He, pays for a few drinks. He puts his

white western hat on my head

You disappear.

The Cowboy scratched the eight ball on the first shot

He loses

He fumbled his words and bowed his head and

told me I was too beautiful not to win

You returned.

You grabbed my hand and we danced to the band

It was home grown music and we were the center of attention

My shoes, your boots twirling and spinning and shaking

our asses for the old men

The Cowboy walks in

He throws me in a whirl, he had a charming way of

flashing his smile

He put his weight against me

his mouth to my neck

his tongue perverse and hot

and asked to come home with me

I pushed him back

I wanted to rip him apart

No one touches me like that

He didnt know who I was, or what I loved, or the

fact that I was thinking of someone else

I gave you the look.

You dragged me out of that bar

We told that cowboy my heart and my pants werent going

anywhere that night



And I think that goes for everyone.

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