Amarillo Rose: part two
"The Abrasive one"
Sierra horizon rides over
weary brim and shoulders
renewed by a yearning
past canyon boulders
shack of mud and rustic timber
the red candle glowed dimmer
an abrasive facial full moon glow
unsaddled lanky and slender
boot dust shaken knocks
leg to leg his chaps rocked
opening door shimmered curls and locks
Lady Laura in a gown and smock
two bit dive offering
caught wild eyes rise
rising sliver of a candle's smoke
revealing dark undressed thighs
haste in grip of a thirsty man
wicked grin and growing surprise
bed bounced thrown
snickers mixed with moans
Driving stampede of Raging Bull
hung in picture tilted
above head board pounded wall
light 'stop' whimpers not heard at all
scratchy chin laps
biting growl of a dog
like swimming in a muddy bog
clamy, Lady Laura, water logged
a half slapped smile
energized for prarie miles
hat strung low
red candles new glow
marisma dust of a trail steed
door tear prayers of no seed
red curtains dim glow illuma
on the threshold of Lady Laura
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Amarillo Rose: part two of eight
Part one: "A Candles glow"
Part two: "The Abrasive one"
"The Abrasive one"
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