cowgirls
you’re the only thing i feel like roping, as i suggest that we go back to the trails. think back to the times when we were alone together. we both lead the way back to where we were and we’re alone again. hallelujah. we cut the wrestling matches this time, and we get right down to the wrestling matches. your hands guide me to the ground and then pull me on top of you and we pay no attention to dirt. when its over we’re sweaty, dirty, and bitten. see, waking up early can be worth it.. you: yeah. me: really?. and you say yes even though you’d been saying no all day.