coppermare
Grady, AL
age: 48
| Wranglers worn an tattered
Old buckle he's won, cause back then that's all that mattered
Hat with sweat stains around the band
tipped to the ladies, old school kinda man
cowboy boots bout wore out
my kinda man no doubt
he gazes at me with eyes that cut right through to my very soul
how can you talk to me like that? My your bold!
Your eyes twinkle with the mischief of a boy
Self assured, yet beckonly coy
Your words laced with mam sweetie and darlin
Lord I fill myself fallin
those crows feet around your eyes when you smile
as he says "oh darlin can't you stay just a lil while?"
A flirt, a tease, a wink
Knowing what I mean when I respond with mmmm "ya think?"
Hands showing the gentleness as they run through my hair
the same gentleness as when you soothed that mare
Hands that passionatly pull me close so strong
the same strentgh as when you school the stallion to say Youve done wrong
In his pockets you'll find these three things
a pocket knife, a dip, a handkerchief he's ready for what the day may bring
The phrase "ain't no mountain high enough" he understands what that means
He's loyal, he's honest, he holds my heart on a string
I'd be his forever and make him a King
Coppermare
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tfortexas
Big Sandy, TX
age: 56
| This being saturday Billy Bob and JD are in the back forty rounding up steers,Doc and Bubba are back at the bunkhouse playing Texas holdem with the others.
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