Bad, bad day at work you think I was asking them to teach our nation's children to read all I wanted was a report done quickly but, no, they had to be braindead doesn't help that I'm the sole child of the North in a sea of Texans hurry up fools, need to go buy food Hate grocery shopping this late way too many people in my way move your cart out of the aisle or will run you over great mood, I know What the hell? ran into the guy in line with my cart please, no line rage, I can't take it Oh my God, it's the cowboy from the pool hall and he recognizes me "Hey Girl, watch your cart" "Sorry, just a little stressed" "Just be careful" damn, he is cranky today sneak a peek into his cart beer and steak that's it what is it with men "Is that all you're eating, beer and steak" "Yeah" "No salad, no rolls, no veggies" "Beer and steak, is there a problem" (Cowboy is starting to get mad) "Well it's not balanced" "I'm tired, going to grill the steak, drink the beer and watch Letterman" I want to join you my cowboy, but terrified to ask oh what the hell, I've had a good life "All by yourself" hopefully that came out coy, can't be sure Cowboy looks at me long and hard eyes turn into bedroom eyes that smile with those pearly white teeth (courtesy of bleaching) grows wider "You want to join me" High-five, yes, yes, yes he asked me romance, candlelight dinner find out if he is any good "I would love too" what a cool response "Then follow me home" I am on cloud nine got lost a couple of times following he drives like a maniac his apartment is clean, I mean really clean gotta ask "Why is your apartment so clean" he turns and looks with one eyebrow raised (such a turn-on) "Maid service" okay, I'm now blushing He starts the steaks goes to take a shower I use all my willpower to restrain myself from peering into the bathroom Long story short (too late) steaks are done, made a salad we eat in the bedroom, on the bed oh yes, the bed where passions will ignite all dreams will come true, he turns on Letterman He watches Letterman laughs eats watches what is going on? a thought dares enter my mind he was serious he is eating steak, drinking beer and watching Letterman very dissapointed! "You okay, girl" "Oh yeah having the time of my life" that look is back in his eyes returns to watching Letterman show's over don't want to leave, even though all I have done is stare at his muscles it's better than anything Letterman could have done He turns to me takes my plate puts it on the table reaches for me kisses me whoa, this is sudden, not going to complain enjoying waves of passion coursing through my body he knew what he was doing all along leave it to a Texan to know how to bring a woman to the brink kisses me again utters those magical words "It's time to reunite the North and South"Birth sign: Taurus
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