Amarillo Rose and a candles glow

Amarillo Rose: part one
"A Candle's glow"

From brushy moon shadows
spurs, clank and chime
stepping to the threshold of Lady Laura's
two bits for a good time

Her candle flickered
brighten curtains red
meant she had no suitors
"come on and warm the bed"

Knocks on knotted wood
tips a hat and brushed back hair
boots a shuffle
a lonely mans desire's dare

Little 'creek'
two long fingered hands open the door
inviting smile in leather and cleavage
boot click smiles across the floor

Washington silver layed on a table
cupped fingers blow
stranding teathered hair curls fall on bare shoulders
red curtains lost it's glow

Dusty trail hand shed his leather
bed spread back with gentle taps feathered
Two oil lamps lit in one tender touch
intertwined like a tumbleweed clump

sheets prarie ridden
passion soothing soul
the other coin jingled grin
the warm wind blow

Haste ushered breasts
"come again senior" said sensuous
red candle's burning ora
On the threshold of Lady Laura's

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part one of eight: Amarillo Rose
"A Candle's glow"