The Cowboy

I danced one night with a cowboy

He asked; I said yes, even though my friends were whining to go

I remember the smell of him, like new leather and spice,

The feel of his crisp white shirt and my hand in his,

And the way he held me close, like I was fragile and precious.

He asked if he could take me home, but I was spoken for already, so I thanked him for the dance

And went on my way.

Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

23 thoughts on “The Cowboy”

      1. I’ve finished the book, but I’m waiting for my first novel to be edited and published before I send this one to the editor. They’re TOTALLLY different books. Wondering if I need a pseudonym for the romance. It’s not terribly graphic, but there’s one scene that might shock my mother-in-law.

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