"Lonesome cowboy come to me
I am your ghostly fantasy
kiss my lips..mmm..hold me tight
lonesome man..in campfire light"

As night breeze brings an unseen fright
his trembling hand, a dinner spilled.
Two flickering crimson points of light
and brave young cowpoke's nerves are chilled.

"Do not resist our ecstasy
in the shadows of this night
my cowboy ..shed your inhibitions
while in sandy chains of moonlight"

The cowboy's fear now turns to lust
from the many lonely nights without
his eyes swear female form from dust
and bulging loins discourage doubt

night winds of the rising moon
swirl to the base of passion
coyotes sing in the mystic night
within her lasso of twirling motion

Enveloped now by smould'ring form
a succubus of sage and sand
his mind sweet fantasies now swarm
while phantom forces fan his gland

Sweet succulent lips replace
lonely strings of wood guitar
her mystic thighs replace leather chaps
beneath dominant voyeur stars

All thoughts of pounding hoofs and steers
are washed away in pleasure's wave.
Then spectre's body disappears
abandoning her cowboy slave.

Reflection of his spurs of lust
glisten under the saddle of night
was it a fantasy or a legend
within phantom winds of campfire light?

c./99/SyberRose & whiteRino