Mm.. Cheers To Jell-O Wrestling And Tennessee Whiskey Nights

Sitting here alone in my five and dime strapless white dress      
Hoping for a whispered touch like all the rest        
About to turn away        
Oh, sweet mercy, tall, handsome, a chance for a conquered lay        
Waiting for a twirl on the floor with this fine beau        
While working the desire of his tempo, later sliding down his hard pole        
        
Need me some honkey tonky loving tonight        
Knowing once he pulls my panties down, inside me, he will feel just right        
Tight jeans, black Stetson resting on his head        
Cowboy boots, counting the minutes before I’m laying naked in his bed        
Alluring me from across the bar with his quiet aggression        
A handsome stud, poetic swag in his arrogance approaching obsession        
         
In seconds my eyes glancing down        
Hoping he did not notice my perky nipples standing their ground        
Mm... liking what I see          
Lust busting out his jeans seams, his hard print crying to be free        
Tamed by me as I please        
         
Voice smooth as a swag of Tennessee Whiskey          
His arms encircling my curvaceous hips        
Eye to eye, hypnotic, drowning my senses in the drift        
My body moving in union with his        
This is what I call a boot scootin' boogie gift        
         
Pulling me closer into his pelvic grind        
I love to be captured by stolen moments in time        
Feeling the anticipation of his girth against my willing body          
Is he taking me home tonight, mmm.. and cruise his palms all over this butter rum hottie        
Letting him slowly undress me          
Before his fingers begin tease        
         
Darting inside my silken abyss        
Smearing my flavor to his lips        
Winking his approval, impatience in his anticipated wait          
Before my creamy center coats his mouth, making sure he knows I am the dinner plate        
Laying me on his bed, his Stetson now centered over my curls        
Parting my thighs, to his knees he goes, letting his tongue up my inner leg unfurl        
Parting my soft folds, my eyes closing, oh, yes...loving his tongue inside me, gyrating as the tip swirls        
         
My essence droplets melting all over his mouth        
His two fingers, easing in and out my wet south        
Cupping my buttocks, his tongue wandering all inside        
Legs bowtied around his neck, the dual pleasure of his tongue and digits, slip and slide
Covers gripped        
Back ached, breasts sandwiched          
         
“Excuse me ma’am, would you like to dance.”        
Breaking me out of my daydreaming          
My panties a recipient of its creaming        
I would like that.. mm... what a wish to experience such a carnal chance