Our cards are on the table,
All my Aces are face down,
My Poker Face practised, perfect,
In for a penny or a pound?
Now the sweat beads at my temple,
I've misused my Aces High,
By sneaking one off the table,
And pressing it to my thigh.
I am not a cheat by nature,
I would win if I showed my hand,
But unveiling what's deliciously hidden,
Was always part of my plan.
You've got me where you want me,
I unbutton and strip without pause,
'A game well played' you whisper,
'I'll show you mine, since you showed me yours'
........
© 2012
Wow, the games people play, hot, hot, hot passion at the poker table....love the ending.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i'm not a great card player, but i may take this poem to bed with me and study it tonight. bri :)