Snake Eyes

SNAKE EYES Most certainly, the world could not agree With how the dies were cast, that fateful day, If not for love, 'twould never come to me the reason she put out, so willingly. Her belly dancing, gave me my first clue, That easy comes her love, her night was mine, Scheherazad dressed out in shades of blue, and made her touch both prescious and divine. It was enough just witniissing her charm, And yet her teasing, took he to her high, In little time, my fire was fifth alarm, And Cairo felt her heat as sure did I. In ectasy, I paused to roll the dies, Just as I fell in love between her thighs. © Ron Wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet