Smooth delicate inviting
Flowing fire in my veins
Sinful loving delightful
Harsh heroines at the reins

When I cross the border
It does not have to make cents
You could never afford her
While he lies and he paints and he stands by the fence

I love everything about this
Sweet sultry sun making me sweat
Warms my neck; giving a sharp kiss
So maybe it seems crazy, maybe we just met
But reading is something
You surely will not regret.