Cowboy Boots

Nothing more heart stopping than a man standing in his shiny cowboy boots  
For a woman like me what a hollering hoot  
Lasso my heart, it makes me soft, begging to siphon the elixir from the fruit of your towering tree  
Mmm ...while sinking into the pleasure of my carnal needs  

Boot Scootin Boogie  
Jeans hugging his groin, line dancing, fanning my face for a twirl of his hard woggie  
And if the boots have a point on them…have mercy on me  
My eyes do not see past my knees  
Umm… what a gifted stallion to ride and to behold  
I’m sorry, if I am being a little bodacious, bold  
You know my creed, you read me, lines as this is always foretold  
 
My passion for a cowboy’s arms, given as a nightly loner  
Oh my God, cowboy boots on and he has a hard boner  
It soars me to cloud nine, if he has his Stetson on, then I’m a goner  
I wished I lived in Nashville or Texas  
I can do such wondrous things not just in the back seat of a Lexus  
Don’t worry about your Texas’ exes  
With your boots and cowboy hat on, I will give your manhood its nightly justice  
 
Cowboy boots and a Stetson hat  
Under my spell, in my bed, and hooked just like that  
Oh, keep your cowboy hat on  
Naked souls to cajole, boots and a cowboy hat, what a fetish poetic song  
Who needs a Stallion when you can ride a cowboy all night long  
Mm... giddy up Cowboy  
I always did like the bucking ecstasy of your hard toy  
 
My nurse friends and I will be going back to that Lounge Hall this Saturday