Saddle Up

The curves of the figure
Angles of the hips
Movement engaging
Traces left from the lips

Peeled off the skirt
Legs encased in hose
Fixated on the lines
Devil or saint no one knows

As the light dims
Now a silhouette
An onslaught of ideas
Want to have this pet

Coming a bit closer
Noting a rise
Words whispered in the ear
Too hot to be lies

Puts some lotion
Onto the hands
In no time stiff
Think that's what she had planned

The hunt continues
The target is drawn
I can only sigh
Oh yes she is on

For this is what I have wanted
My cowgirl
Ride on