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’