Run your sweet rough hands all down my body working man.
Not layin on your momma’s couch. Not hidin in your daddy’s basement.
Workin man you can lay all up in my bed. The promise of those hard brown arms makin me think these chores might wait.
Not runnin when the job gets tough. No time for stitches.
Workin man it might be a long road home tonight. I’ll meet you there when the sun goes down.
Not leavin when the life gets hard. Strap down that load when love seems fragile.
Workin man by my side. Workin man in my bed. Workin man in my blood. Workin man in my head.
Kim Avila #lettingherout
To Bad Hombre. The love of my life.
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