The Virgin Cowboy

The following is a poem from the writers own imagination. All in this story are 18 and older.

Travis, he rode for the Double R Brand
Liked by everyone he knew
The old foreman one day, had found the young stray
When he showed up right out of the blue

All of the cowboys were like family
And they taught him the ways of the west
They taught him to ride, and taught him to rope
And how to shoot, and he was the best

But when the young lad had turned eighteen
One lesson was left to be learned
The cowboys all knew, ex-act-ally who
To teach him and that was Laverne

Laverne was a beautiful redhead
With eyes of emerald green
She’d be just the one, she says virgins are fun
And Travis will be the youngest she’s seen

The stage had been set and was ready
The cowboys were all proud as could be
Their Travis would learn, the facts of life from Laverne
As she would rid him of his virginity

Laverne and Travis became lovers
Her bed only welcome to one
She said with a grin, to the Double R men
You lost out when you sent me your son