Welp

Verse 1

Parked in the pines where the moonlight spills white,

F-250 Power Stroke growlin’ low in the night.

Tailgate dropped, cooler open, boots kicked aside,

Two cowboys in heat, no more need to hide.

Chorus

Fuckin’ under the moonlight, deep in the woods,

One ridin’ that meat like only a cowboy could.

Sweat on our chests, breath foggin’ the air,

Poundin’ that man butt raw without a single care.

Verse 2

Started with kissin’, rough beards scratchin’ skin,

Hands down the Wranglers, hard cocks pushin’ in.

He bent over the spare tire, ass up, legs spread wide,

I slid in missionary-style first, watchin’ his eyes go wide.

Verse 3

Then flipped him around for some doggy delight,

Grippin’ them hips, thrustin’ with all of my might.

Slappin’ that ass till it glowed in the glow,

“That tight cowboy man butts milkin’ me slow.”

Chorus

Frickin’ under the moonlight, deep in the woods,

Switchin’ to cowboy—him ridin’ me good.

Bouncin’ on my pole, hat tilted back low,

Squeezin’ that man butt till I’m ready to blow.

Bridge

He laid on his back, legs hooked over the rail,

I folded him deep, frickin’ without fail.

Stars spinnin’ above as he begged for my load,

Shot it inside while the diesel engine hummed low.

Final Chorus (slow & dirty)

Frickin’ under the moonlight, deep in the woods,

Two gay cowboys spent, feelin’ damn good.

White stuff drippin’ slow from that well-fricked man butt,

F-250 takes us home—still hard, still touchy.