Cowboy Up
Alluring Brown eyes
that draw you right in
A sweet,gentle voice
his mischievious grin
Watching him dance
he can really go to town
As he's grinding that pole
down,down,down
Oh so cute in his
shorts,boots and hat
how bout that cowboy
with the wrangler tat
Rips off his shirt
then hops into bed
As I climb aboard
his face turning Red
Shy yet seductive
our eyes finally meet
Passion consumes us
As we ride out the heat
Shortly thereafter
we fall asleep
Cuddled together
the memories we'll keep
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| 0 | 02/19/2010 | |
| Cowboy Up | 0 | 10/29/2009 |
| Dear Cowboy | 3 | 04/19/2009 |
| Please Just Go | 2 | 03/16/2009 |
| Lane | 0 | 11/25/2008 |
| My love | 2 | 11/24/2008 |
| The man of my dreams | 2 | 11/24/2008 |
| One final thought | 1 | 11/24/2008 |
| Feeling | 1 | 11/24/2008 |
| Dear Friend | 0 | 11/24/2008 |
| love is alive | 2 | 11/24/2008 |
| Untitled | 0 | 11/23/2008 |
| The Distance | 0 | 11/23/2008 |
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