life should be a honky tonkin romp... with a long neck in your back pocket... and a hot lil Oklahoma, back-sliding Baptist honey in your arms. Just boots scuffin across a peanut shell littered dance hall floor. In a overheated hall on a dusty road. She feels really good as she presses against you.. her smell is sheer delight. The salty taste contrast the sweet smell of her her neck.
Moments of lust,punctuated , the lucid reality of the cab of a pick-up on a red dirt road...... out, way out of the edge of town... She is sweet and hot.. and neither of you can wait anymore.