Urban cowboy, big hat, calls her ma’am.
She suspects it’s his schtick, all a sham…
His tight jeans, fancy boots…
Bet he hoots, when he roots…
But she’ll fuck him, and not give a damn!
Tag: cowboy
Lonesome cowboy
He approached her, said “Howdy there, ma’am!
I need cash, but this ain’t no damn scam;
Just, I’m handsome and young,
And I’m pretty well-hung.
If you want a good root, here I am!”
Wild West 10
Around noon, from the shade where he’d idled,
He roused himself, pissed, spat and sidled
Along to the bar,
Where the young fillies are,
That a man can ride bareback, unbridled!
Clothes maketh not the man
Cowboy hat, boots, big buckle, quite phoney.
Tall, gangling, bow-legged and bony.
Nice smile though, she thought;
Yes, a bloody good sort.
As it turned out, too, hung like a pony!
Roped in
“Do you want a damn fuck or not, cowboy?
Or else, let a man show you how, boy.
This filly can buck!
Saddle up! Try your luck!
It’s free pussy,” she said. “Grab it now, boy!”