The lady dressed in lace and linen spotted the cowboy.
He had just ridden up to a hitching post that was near her.
Eying his tall, lanky frame, she wondered about the cowboy.
Was he as rough and calloused like the people often told her?

She didn’t realize that she was staring until his eye met hers.
Their piercing blue color made her quiver from head to toe.
Blushing, quickly looking away, until his hand touched hers.
The soft caress sent a jolt of electricity down to their toes.

“I didn’t mean to startle you little lady, the name’s ‘Cowboy.’
She promptly and informed him that he didn't frighten her.
She didn’t let on how his touch affected her, name’s Kandy.
Quivering with desire, she wanted him to kiss and touch her.

He took her to dinner, they talked like lost friends for hours,
He pulled her close, took her hand in his, kissing her softly
Lighting the fires of passion between them, and she ponders,
Will the rough, tender cowboy, make love to the lady gently.