For Jim


Cowgirl

The clods in town can't seem to fathom
What has so enamored me of Kristin in
Her dungarees. I'm a sucker for a solid
Woman in a Stetson hat and boots, a shirt
With pearlescent snaps, a tan, and that flat
Ass that cowgirls always seem to have.
When she steps out of that old truck of hers,
And heads toward this store, I feel a thrill
That nothing else provides. I rush to say
Hello. I follow her around, and dream that,
One day, she'll succumb to this pale
City-dweller's charms, and she'll show me
Into her truck, and drive me out to where
She lives to watch, awestruck, as she peels
Off those jeans, and we get busy in the hay.




Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-05-13 at 20:15

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
i know someone who could you give you some pointers in this regard. a good place to start is self-confidence. cowgirls won't tolerate the awestruck. it's put-up or shut-up.
2019-05-15