WYATT COCKER:
Southern storms are no joke.
She shouldn’t have been out in one.
If she’d have stayed home, she’d be safe.
But then we’d never have met…
Her clothes plastered to her body.
My uniform drenched, every muscle showing.
Her snarky mouth inspiring me to throw her over my shoulder.
Show her what a real man is like when he finds a good woman.
With these cuffs she won’t ask for the key.