Julene Tripp Weaver
I want to slide up to you
make all your big city fears come true
country boy, you watch your wallet so careful
stand over us, protect your turf
in cowboy boots, all big and tall.
a He man, I want to wrap you round my finger
slip your long thin dick inside me
feel you give in to softness
my warm vagina a cave that sucks
men out of themselves.
Come here big boy, dance with me
come across the mountains to my turf
where I stand sexy in my dark city bar
wait for you, lumberjack, your wife at home
a couple of kids, why do you stop at this bar,
searching for something no doubt
you travel old growth back hill roads to city
afraid work will dry up
all these damn environmentalists.
Honey come stand by my tree
let your worries dissolve
spend one night your guard down
a cheap thrill, and yes baby
spill all your big city backwater
country fears into my arms, I’ll eat them up
spit them out, because I’ve been on both sides
of the track, and Honey, I want to spew
my love over you, swing off chandeliers,
take you for a ride across my moon highway
for only one night.