Country Girl Diaries (pt 2)

“I’m sorry.”   Words we spoke together
Pulling away, not sure what had just occurred
You turned back to my truck
She needs work
The only time I don’t mind
So, I let you drop me at Bubba’s Shop
Watch you leave hesitantly
But I’m sure you’ve work to do
And I’ve a soul to find

This cliché country B&B makes me smile
It’s too cute
Though totally movie cliché
Antique painted wood
Quilted covers
And a bubbly host
Told me about you all through supper
But I couldn’t hear
All I could think about

Your smile, your fragrance, your kiss
Tongues twirled, gently but with passion
Crystals of ecstasy flittering through my body
A burning and yearning I haven’t had in so long
An attraction I’ve never felt before
Not sure what to do with, where could it go
When I don’t know what to do?
Oh, I know exactly what a man desires
What he needs, how he tastes so sweet

A woman’s lips, yes I have known
A time or two I’ve tasted
Even the swollen pink ones once
Though too high to remember much
She didn’t entice me, intoxicate me like this
I’ve a lot to learn
Much to practice
Does it matter anyway?
I do not know you

I’ve lost my soul somewhere along the way
Not sure where I dropped it off
It was broken anyhow
My heart on the mend
I’m not here for romance
Love and all that crap
I’ve got two reasons to go on home
Am I no better than my mother?
Promising to stay, only to go

Time alone
Is all I asked for
He gave the go ahead
And I took off, leaving a cloud of dust
Not looking back, except a time or two
Not sure what I was looking for
Is that grass greener on the other side?
I’m not sure but guess I’ll have to find out
Because, there you are knocking on my door