She's My baby
She unfolds in my arms,
like playing cards,
sneaked
under the table.
An ace up my sleeve
as the winter wind
leaves her skin
of goose-bumps
but warmth
to my rubbing
of her thighs.
My good luck
of sweet charm,
as they deal the cards
and lucky comes my way.
My lady sitting on my lap
calls the shots and smiles.
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