Our thing is a beautiful game.
We play it so well it it’s untamed.
You got me with dimples.
A perfect start so simple.
Poker faces full of lust.
We played the game till dusk.
Your hands on me.
I am open, my wants free.
I’ve wanted you but didn’t know it.
You’ve come for me it’s explicit.
Our hands clasp, face to face we stand.
Poem by @sugaroc