He’s a simple man with simple pleasures – me
And it’s not the Stetson or the boots
That make his ‘bowlegs’ swing when he walks
It’s  - me
The smoothest caramel skin
Laced with Hugo
Those muscular arms
Fine thighs
And a chest that compels
Each head to melt into me
It’s me..
It’s me


Oh baby, you know what
It’s me..