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By Abogada Submitted by Abogadalbny Date: 2007 Apr 14 Comment on this Work [[2007.04.14.16.51.666]] |
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Texan, of Vaquero blood, Pure and true And larger than life Just as I’d dreamt you to be. You found me Alone and lost in the South A frustrated, over-educated Yankee woman, Not easily broken. “Take me to my New York!” I whinnied and stomped, “Give me a martini and today’s Times! I don’t need anyone to love me! My path is clear!” You drew me closer as I pushed away Stronger than me-- I could have broken your grasp if I’d wanted to, of course, But, without knowing why, I stayed. And when you finally whispered sweet Spanish in my ear I forgot anything I ever remembered about sex and love And learned it all again, as yours. |