You kissed me and all my short-term memory disappeared;
no recollection of milk and bread, clutch and gearbox, or right from wrong.
All I know is that your mouth tastes better than Dwight (pronounced Da-White) Yoakum looks in snake-skin boots...my sweet, beautiful hitchhiker in oil-cloth and leather.
Even Sunday's Jell-O Surprise tastes better after a night of wet kisses from you.
I can't even remember that all I wanted was to be a Rodeo clown riding on the Dallas circuit.  I will travel the southern states searching for the World's largest Snake Pit with you, Willard.
I am focused on white BVD's and tube socks with red, yellow, and blue stripes at the top - the uniform of sex. 
Just give me his kisses and orange Jell-O, for this Cowgirl couldn't ask for a better Haus to rope and wrangle.