New lips, new hands-a new “knew” from a time before..But he is so gentle, so country.. and he even opens my door.
New hand on my thigh, new truck in the drive.. and yet it doesn’t feel unknown… This time it feels different, this one is a man-this one is full on full grown.
What if I’m just another prize, another stupid bragging right for his friends.. turning from being together all the time to I guess “it just depends”..
I’m too old for this shit.. the younger me would be so let down… to know this is the future of men in her life, just a circus full of clowns..
But then there’s him.. the Cowboy, who seems so genuine. But then again, says my brain to my heart-you thought the same with him.
Amber Sunsets 
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