There Ain't Nothin' Better Than A Cowboy Lover

Re-do of a older poem

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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.  Her heart strings had some wear and tear throughout the years. She'd been burned by love in the past... had given her heart away to the wrong man. Where a passionate fire once burned in her heart- were now bitter ashes of her past. The embers of her remembered love that once burned so warmly, had waned and dimmed cold...faded now, to memories of cinder. She was hungry for the taste of true love- but her heart remained guarded.

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

               No, 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 small café in Big Sky, Montana. He was 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 masculine scent

                But...she wasn’t going to let him put her heart in his pocket. 

                  No sir, she wasn’t about to give her heart away

She had slayed the paper dragons of her past-put them all behind her. She was bold and brave. He asked for her number, which she willingly gave. He smiled- it was 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 almost tranquilizing.

                    Still, she wasn’t going to let him put her heart in his pocket!

                    Not just yet

They’d cuddle in their blanket under the stars and 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'd picked out in the meadow. She’d never had a man that was so caring and thoughtful.

              She was still afraid to give her heart away

 

 One night as she lay in his arms, he stroked her cheek with his tender touch- gently kissed her lips and held her tight. He whispered softly in her ear, “What would you do if I asked you"? Ask me what”, she said? He said, “Little lady, do you know how much I love you? Would you kindly be my wife"? When he so lovingly whispered those words in her ear that wonderful night under the stars, 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-She finally let him see her fears-

            She really wasn't all that tough.

            Then, she cried and let him see her tears

               He was a real man alright

               Raised right by his mother

               He laid a rose upon her pillow

                   He really was a man like no other

                   Nope, there sure ain’t nothin’ better, then a cowboy lover

                               ~~~The Sweet End~~~

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by anne p murray

Reviews

[A. Amos]

this is special as you read it for me...

[anne p. murray- LadeeAnne]

Thank you dear one.

[anne p. murray- LadeeAn..]

These is a revision of the one I wrote last year...shortened down a bit