The Vaquero's Vow

Thirteen minutes!
Thatís all that was necessary.  
Silently meet, fall madly in love and marry the brute.
His love was warmth on a cold winterís eve.
And the cooling touch to a feverish,  
nubile love struck girl.
She could see nothing else before her  
but happiness, passion and love.
He could see only money,  
idleness and the bottom of a bottle.
Her Vaquero saw it all.
He warns the brute to care for her or else...
His love for her was unmatched, he wanted only her happiness.
He defended her honor, drew swords to save her from the brute.
I want for that passionate love.
I need that Vaquero for my lover.
He, who will risk his life for mine...
I want that Vaquero for my lover.
The touch that forces a sigh of  
complete submission.
The kiss that sends a tingling  
sensation down my spine  
bringing me to my knees.
All without ever saying a word!
I desire The Vaqueroís Vow.
Written by Honoria
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