I Wish I Had A Deadman’s Hand

Distracted by eyes and lips; skin so fair. Lured bettors; a beautiful poker face. Taking games with ease; a delicate stare. The deck’s in my hand. I’m holding her ace. I wish I had better prepared our tryst. I’m falling in love across the table. This temptation is one I must resist, dare and she’ll leave with my horse and stable! She offers a grin, as river cards fall. No hesitation. She places her bid. The pot within sight I echo my call. Excitement not being bottled or hid. Meeting your match; unlikely pair relates. Cards fallen in stalemate; aces and eights.