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The Ranch House ^(T)©

By: Daleok357

He found her on the internet,
And read the statistics there.
Alone out on the ranch he was,
And needed someone to care.

He studied her ever detail,
Down to the very end.
Deep down in his heart he knew,
That they would soon be friends.

She had a smile that lit up the room,
And beautiful long blond hair,
A shape that turned a cowboys eye,
And legs from here to there.

Real nice looking breasts, and a cute little butt,
A voice with a twinkle had she.
And if that ain’t enough, the lady had class,
Enough to bring him to his knee.

They chatted each night until morning light,
And laughed and chuckled with glee.
They ate supper together in front of the tube,
And shared wine, cyberneticlly.

And then came the day, as they knew it would,
When the two of them should meet.
From half way across the country she came,
In a Southwest airline seat.

The day on which she was to arrive,
He was as nervous as a groom.
They had laughed on the computer many times,
They called it, “Their honeymoon.”

So there he stood with sign in hand,
And one long stem yellow rose.
A speech he had memorized,
And even a little prose.

Some planes they came and others went,
At least he had been there on time.
And he wondered often and sometimes out loud,
“About me has she changed her mind?”

And still he stood there amidst the crowd,
Like some sort of shiner clown.
With his big black hat, his sign and the rose,
Thinking she had turned him down.

The passengers walked toward him there,
He stood like a rock against the flow.
Until some said, “The plane from St. Lou?,
It landed twenty minutes ago.”

“OH MY GOD”, he thought to himself,
“I think I’ve missed her plane!”
“If she came, where the hell did she go?”
“I know…I’ll check the baggage claim.”

And there she stood, in a top of red,
Facing the other way.
She was here, there she was in the flesh,
His speech would wait for another day.

And when she turned and saw him there,
With sign and rose in hand.
All he could see was the smile she wore,
And he thought of the things they had planned.

She squeezed his shoulders and kissed his cheek,
And whispered in his ear.
We will never know what she said to him,
But he smiled from ear to ear!

He place the big black hat on her head,
And smiled she looked so good.
“Welcome to my world, Ma’lady!”
Her smile said she understood.

The time they had planned for the last few months,
Had arrived, their honeymoon was here.
They walked arm-in-arm form the terminal building,
Both shaking with fright and fear.

It was the first time he had laid eyes on her,
She smelled sweet and felt soft and warm.
He knew if came right down to it,
His life he would give to keep her from harm.

They drove to the house, though ever so slow,
And they talked as the miles went away.
She was so close he could reach right out and touch her,
He knew he had been born for this very day.

The truck slid to a stop in front of the house,
And he said, “Looks like we are here.”
She turned to him with glowing smile and replied,
“Yes, I can see that my dear.”

He was as nervous as a whore in church,
Like a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs,
As he carried her bags from his beat up old truck,
And up the front porch stairs.

He ushered her inside, into his world,
Then to her quarters he lead.
He lit the light and deposited her bags,
But he prayed she’d sleep in his bed.

This lady from afar with all her class,
With her presents graced his home.
He was thrilled from the inside out,
And right down to the very bone.

He introduced the dog and poured the wine,
Then knelt to light the fire.
He hoped, like the flames, that their romance,
Would just keep growing higher.

The day drew on and late it was,
When he offered her the shower,
To relax the knots and remove the stress,
From her travel of many hours.

Many minutes later she returned to him,
Gown and robe were her attire.
And as she entered the room again,
He heard angles sing in a choir.

They sat that night and sipped the wine,
Until the fire was cold and dead.
But she had traveled many a mile that day,
Sleep was needed to clear her head.

So down the hall he lead his queen,
To the room that held her bed,
But left she turned, not to the right,
Into his room instead.

Would this be come a night of lust,
Or would she sleep till morn?
Or is this simply the next local step,
To the relationship being born.

She nestled herself in his bed that night,
And he turned out the light.
And though it was strange, he knew inside,
That this was oh so right!

He felt her warmth beneath the sheets,
Felt her breath upon his back.
And as she snuggle up real close,
He thought. ‘This is right, by jack!’

They did make love that very night,
But what you might expect it was not.
It was long and slow and loving and sweet,
Yet it was fierce and passionate and hot!

And by morning light he rolled to see,
Would he be just one or would they be two?
And there she was, right there in his bed,
And he knew the dream was true.

He made the coffee that bright cool day,
The way he had always done.
But today he served a queen in his house,
That by far out shown the sun.

He had planed a grand tour for this very morn,
To show her what his life was about.
To give her a day she would long remember,
When he she was without.

He cooked her a breakfast of good cowboy chow,
Things that he ate everyday.
And off they went in that beat up old truck,
To show her the sights and hear what she might say.

They toured the county, animals she saw,
They toured city, farm and town,
Big horses she saw, a pig she petted,
And cows both fuzzy and brown.

To her this was an alien world,
A world she thought she never would see.
To him it was just everyday life,
Of places and things that just had to be.

That night she lay again in his bed,
Her womanly charms available there,
And he watched as she slept and enjoyed the smell,
Of her long shining golden blond hair.

The next morning he did as he’d done before,
Look to see if she was still there.
And he pinched himself to make sure he wasn’t dead,
For there she slept this lady so fair.

Together they spent this second day,
Made love in the afternoon.
He relished the fact that she was there,
Knowing their parting would come all too soon.

That night at the house on the front room floor,
She lay as he rubbed her back.
The music they shared made his heart race,
They had the wine from a paper sack.

That night she showered just before bed,
And came to him as pure as spring rain.
He held her that night in his cowboy arms,
As she slept and he dreamed again.

His calloused hands touched silk soft skin,
And they burned like fire, as a poet once said.
But the wine worked its magic and soon they both slept,
And dreamed in the big ranch house bed.

The morning light brought him out of his trance,
He softly ran his hand through her hair.
He wondered where she had been all of his life,
Knowing soon that she wouldn’t be there.

He pulled her close, kissed her cheek,
In her sleep he watched her smile.
Two lives came together in that big bed,
Two worlds separated by miles.

He drifted off as he held her there,
Feeling the warm of her by his side.
He wished for the time when together from the world,
They both could just run and hide.

She had entered his world like a virgin bride,
Saw the sights, heard the sounds, felt the earth.
It seem oh so right, her being there by his side,
Like something destined for them from birth.

Just the touch of her hand, the sight of her smile,
The smell of her as she passed by,
Made his heart swell with feelings so strange,
To a cowboy who’s life had run dry.

The day passed to quickly, to fast it was gone,
The sun set on their last full day,
And he dreaded the coming of the morning light,
For too soon she would be on her way.

As they lay there that night the lights all turned out,
They both thought of the coming sunrise.
The day he wished never would come,
The day they would part both with tears in their eyes.

Both full of desire, they kindled the fire,
Their bodies and souls did unite.
And dance they did in the big ranch house bed,
From evening to dawns early light.

A long night of passion of lust and of love,
Entwined were their bodies and lives.
Each for the other they could not get enough,
Each fed of the others drive.

No power on earth will ever rival the fire,
Of the passion unleashed that night.
No artist, no poet, no singer of song,
Could create an equal of that wondrous sight.

He gave up his essence from deep within,
She accepted it all and in kind.
She gave to him a night he will never forget,
And a fever to forever burn in his mind.

The next day came and with it their tears,
And she boarded that big silver bird.
He watched as it climbed above the clouds,
Above the jets roar, sobbing was heard.

They still talk on the computer at times,
Both remember the days she spent there.
He still remembers the touch of her skin,
And he yearns for her long blond hair.

Adding more here would be fiction,
Made up of fantasies, dreams, and lies.
But he still lays in the big ranch house bed,
And tears still come to his eyes.

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