Sonnet 49 – Tall Boots and Blue Jeans

My lady wore tall boots and blue jeans and
not an eye that didn’t follow her as
she moved.  But she’s mine tonight – all woman,
all fire and fun and full of feral grace.

Lord  - how she shines and how I burn for her,
how I melt.  She smiles warmly, sows a sweet
promise that I long to claim.  Her laughter
is bright and sharp or low and full of heat

as the mood requires.  Later, when we’re home
and I no longer have to wait, - the jeans
and boots and frillies strewn about the room -
she comes to me and whispers “my man”, leans

into me and writhes and dances and cries.
There’s just one love reflected in her eyes.