Dedicated to Rene:A lady from the Great North
Thank you Rene for always being a friend and being there.
Looking forward to reading your next story. HURRY!!!
On the Range (Texas Style)
by The Devil in Blue Jeans
She knew he was a proud Texan but not what that meant
He spoke words dipped in romance and southern accent
Tall and lanky cowboy in tight jeans and a big buckle
Complete with black boots, straw hat and a little chuckle
His manners were so smooth that she felt like a queen
Something about him made her feel young as a teen
When asked if she had ever seen a ranch before
She said no but the experience I would adore
Still she was not prepared for what was to be revealed
As he drove the Ford 150 off the road and into the field
When they finally stopped and turned off the light
She held her chest and gasped at the beautiful sight
All was dark except for the lights of the city below
It was a valley full of pinpricks all shining aglow
She squirmed closer beside him in the dark cab
Her Texan was a gentleman but she wanted him to grab
Suddenly there was a noise outside in the grass
She looked and turned until she saw the bull at last
Her Texan motioned for her to be quiet and still
Then she saw the rest of the herd start to mill
It was a thrilling situation to be totally surrounded
Until the door opened, then her look was astounded
He motioned her out but she just stared at the bull
Only after an assuring word, did she let him pull
Huge longhorns watched her with interested stares
She held her date�s hand and said a bunch of prayers
As he slowly spread a saddle blanket on the ground
She felt the emotions within her once more abound
With only the distant lights below to see his rugged face
She felt her breathing speed and heart start to race
The strong tall Texan drew ever closer to her lips
As he put his hands gently on her slender hips
She barely heard the howl of a coyote in the distance
Her passion and hungry defined her existence
The same was true with her man who could only beg
Even as her four inch heels rubbed against his leg
Straddling his hips, she lowered herself into his lap
Slowly, and even painfully slow, she closed the gap
Staring into his green eyes, she read him like a book
Intently watching his lips with a half closed look
When he was buried deep inside of that warm cave
She opened her blouse and gave him what he crave
Moving in short bursts, she built her body�s speed
Feeling him groan and moan as she met his need.
Shivers when up her spine as she felt her body heat
Suddenly she changed and slowed to make it sweet
Looking him in the eye, she started to make love
Sliding him in and out with the tightness of a glove
As the couple made love their bodies became blurred
Their minds entered that fog without a single word
The surroundings disappeared as if never there
Until their passion exploded into a nighttime flare
She let out a cry of passion that bounced off the sky
Pleasure raked his body so he thought he might die
His cry joined the passion as he exploded inside of her
They embraced each other tightly but did not stir
As the pleasure passed and the caring took its place
The need to explode was replace with a theme of grace
Together they looked at the sleeping Texas town
And decided to wait until morn before going down.
