There Ain't Nothin' Better Then A Cowboy Lover

Folks this is a complete rewrite from something I wrote 6 months ago

 

He was her part time lover, even though he was her only one. A man you could love. But she’d never let him know she had a full time heart. Although her strings had some wear and tear throughout her years.

She'd been burned by love in the past. She'd given her heart away to the wrong man. A passionate fire once burned in her heart, but now there were sad ashes of her past. The embers, of that once remembered love, that once had burned so warmly; that waned and dimmed cold. Faded now, to memories of cinder. She was hungry for the taste of true love again, but her somewhat caged heart remained very guarded.

        So, she wasn't going to let him put her heart in his pocket

        She wasn’t about to give her heart away

        She’d play it cool, never let him see her fears

        Pretend she was tough, never cry or show any tears

        He was a man, raised right by his mother

        He’d lay a rose upon her pillow, he was a man like no other

        There ain’t nothin’ better, then a cowboy lover

His name was Jesse from Montana. He had skin the color of lightly, roasted coffee, from being out in the sun so much. His smile, a bit crooked, made him look a bit mischievous, in a teasing sort of manner.

It could knock your socks off if you gazed too long. She met him at a little café’ in Big Sky, Montana. leaning against the counter like a long, tall drink of cool water. Boots, hat and all the makin’s of a real cowboy.

She had to catch her breath as she looked in his direction. He was one good looking cowboy. She was close enough to catch his musky, scent.

          But...

          She wasn't going to let him put her heart in his pocket

          She wasn’t about to give her heart away

          She’d play it cool, never let him see her fears

          Pretend she was tough, never cry or show any tears

          He was a man, raised right by his mother

          He’d lay a rose upon her pillow, he was a man like no other

          There ain’t nothin’ better, then a cowboy lover

She had slayed the paper dragons of her past, put them all behind her. She was bold and brave. She asked for his number, which he willingly gave, with a smile, a little bit crooked, a bit mischievous in a teasing sort of manner.

He nudged his hat back with his thumb as he looked at her. His green eyes sparkled as he playfully grinned at her revealing his even white teeth.

He was the tallest, sexiest man she’d ever laid eyes on, standing there in his cowboy boots and hat. He was a rugged-looking man. He looked down at her with his gentle smile. When he spoke his voice was strong, yet soft. It was affable, almost tranquilizing.

             

              Still, even though...

              She wasn't going to let him put her heart in his pocket

              She wasn’t about to give her heart away

              She’d play it cool, never let him see her fears

              Pretend she was tough, never cry or show any tears

              He was a man, raised right by his mother

              He’d lay a rose upon her pillow, he was a man like no other

              There ain’t nothin’ better, then a cowboy lover            
                    

They’d cuddle in their blanket under the stars and the moonlite, listening to Hank Williams songs, drinking coffee around their campfire, telling stories from their pasts, laughing and snuggling. Before she’d go to sleep at night, he’d kiss her cheek and hold her close in his arms. In the mornings when she woke, there was always a flower lying on her pillow, one he's picked out in the meadow. She'd never had a man that was so loving, so caring and thoughtful.

One night as she lay in his arms, he stroked her cheek with his tender touch, gently kissed her lips and held her tight.

Then he whispered softly in her ear and said;"What would you do if I ask you"? "Ask me what"? she said.

In his most loving,sincere voice he said;" Little lady, do you know how much I love you? Would you kindly be my wife?"

That special night under the stars when he so lovingly whispered those words in her ear, she realized she really did want him to put her heart in his pocket. That was the night she trustingly gave her heart away

            She wasn't playin' it cool anymore, she finally let him see her fears

            She really wasn't all that rough

            Then she cried and let him kiss her tears

            He really was a man like no other, raised right by his mother

            He laid a rose upon her pillow...

            Nope, there sure ain't nothin' better

            Than a true blue...

            Cowboy lover

Now folks this is the sweet end of this here poem...

But just to let you all know, they lived happily ever after

The Sweet End~~~

 

 

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Copyright~ 2010

LadeeAnne~ Anne P Murray

 

 

Author's Note

This is a rewrite folks from something I wrote 6 months ago...
Always have a dream, you never know...it may even come true
Anne

Reviews

[Arthur Henn]

My first read of yours - LadeeAnn - I stand at the base of Baretooth Mountain and whisper - I'm hungry for the love of someone special that's ever so close to my heart...

She was hungry for the taste of true love again, but her somewhat caged heart remained very guarded.

This was a wonderful read.