Trusting the Steady Steed
A cowboy’s trust in his horse is as deep as the canyons they ride.
In dusty boots, the laughter flies,
As cowboys wink ‘neath starlit skies.
With tipsy hats and playful grins,
They jest and jibe, igniting wins.
The cowgirls eyes, like prairie blooms,
Dance in the light of campfires plumes.
Her laughter twirls on evenings breath,
Mingling charm with the sigh of depth.
With ropes in hand, they dance and spin,
Their flirtatious games invite a grin.
Beneath the moon, their hearts collide,
In wild romance where dreams abide.
As dawn awakens, blushes rise,
The desert air holds whispered sighs.
In every wink, a storys spun,
Of love concealed ‘neath the glowing sun.
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