A Cowboy Kinda Girl
I like a man in Wranglers and boots
They're not for me, those Armani suits;
In high polished wing tips or loafers with tassels,
With rings on their pinkies, who live in glass castles.
I love a man who's rugged and tall
Speaks words of love with a Southern drawl;
Swaggers beside me with a bowlegged stride,
Yet has no fear of his feminine side.
I like a man who's toughened with muscle
Sports on his belt a PRCA buckle;
A rodeo champ who rides the bareback bronc,
Then dances the two-step at the honky tonk.
He smells of old leather and fresh mown hay
Rides a fine pony, a Quarter Horse bay;
Together they work to bring home the herd,
And gets the job done with nary a word.
Whiskey kisses melt me to the core
When jingling spurs walk through the door;
The spark in his eyes ignites me like fire,
My body quivers with naked desire.
A wide brimmed Stetson sits low on his brow
As he plays his guitar and tells me how;
He'll love me forever, just wait and see,
If a cowboy's girl I'm willing to be.
His fingertips feather my sensitive skin
Sending me to heaven time and again;
As hot passion flows in pure poetry,
Yes! A cowboy's girl I'll always be.
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Posted: Mar 2011
About this poem:
A whimsical poem written during a light-hearted moment.
Comments (11)
Niah
That is super sensuous writing - your cowboy hero reminds me of Gary Cooper in "High Noon".
Loved this
Bill x
you're a classy cowgirl and a very cool poet
While Mr.Bear is pretty darn close to this ideal, he's got two left feet. Glad you liked this one.
Cowboys always live in our hearts if we but let them in. :)
You know, Gary Cooper does seem to fit this ideal pretty well. :) I sure miss those kind of movies. We used to watch them on Saturday and Sunday afternoons as a child with my folks. :) Glad you like this one.
The Bear and I have something special going on for certain. :) Thank you for the compliment. Class comes natural as well as the poetry. :)