I've been known to write a fair piece of poetry. This one will get your heart racing.....
It's about my sexy husband... you know, the one I paid Ten Dollars for off the Internet.... (Oh, you need to read that story if you haven't: "The Best Ten Dollars..." and also "What Happened to that Hot Guy.....". Then don't miss the "Wedding and Honeymoon Photos" that rounds up that herd of laughs!)
Your eyes roped me with their hunger.
Then pulled me close...
Sizzled me over the grill
Of both our passions. Hot stuff!
My cowgirl heart, Rustler of Love, wanted to jump
On mah horse, Ole Paint.
Wanted to run for the hills..
But I knew I'd lost the fight.
So, I lay, lassoed by your hot arms
Helpless to run.
Pressing tight against the trigger
Waiting for you to pull hard
To Kill me with your heart shot
You put a big hole in my willing, pumping heart.
It died a happy death
With those looks from your bullet eyes....
Did old outlaws of Love die so easily?
Because the sleepin' up on Love's Boot Hill
Was more serene than whiskey dreams unfulfilled?
Maybe... It felt so good, so right.
All I know is yah got me laid out flat
Heart-shot and happy.
Toes up, ready to be slung
Over yer saddle and bountied out.
I'd even pay for the funeral
If I could pick the coffin
With your warm arms to lie in
Warmed by your bullet eyes that killed me.
Whoever loaded that Colt .44 put all of your heart in it
He knew what he was gunning for.
Yah got me dead to rights.
I could have sworn you were just some..
Harmless and not much of a shot.
Dead wrong and I'm happy to die.
I felt your bullet eyes taking me down to ecstasy
The heat and sweet behind them blasting me
With the most peaceful bullet that ever hit.
Dying in yer arms was easy.
I've died as happy as any rustler could
Who was out to steal a hide or heart.
Even Ole Paint is a grinnin'.
Just remember to bury me with my boots on
Be good to mah horse.
Sez me, Sassy, the Rustler