Don’t Mess With Texas
Hey Cupcake. It’s hair-pull-o-clock.
Saddle up cowgirl cause Daddy’s feeling rowdy and like a matador, I’m drawing you in just to switch things up on you.
Come closer. No, Closer. That’s it. Right there.
Hand around that delicate neck. Right how I want you. Stare into the black in my eyes and know I am bringing you the passion that has lacked in every encounter before me.
That’s it, cowgirl. Hop on, Kitty Cat.
Time to go for a Lone Star ride.