The Roman Cowboy
He came along my drive
Sauntering, trying to be casual
Collar turned up, eyes darting
Clint Eastwood without the cheroot
He gave me a look over, not a glance
And kissed my cheeks, he smelt nervous
I escorted him upstairs, me in front
He grabbed my arse roughly as we walked
He was a Roman cowboy quick on the drawers
He was naked in seconds, me too
He had quick hands, but no gunslinger
He had a loaded barrel but only one shot
He lay next to me and smiled, his first real smile
He was now less of a cowboy, less Clint
More a relaxed, satiated man
And I liked him better, but now I wanted to be the cowgirl
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