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Not Playing Cards

In the throes of desire
When our loins are on fire
And I'm giving her all I am worth
I'm getting the feeling
She likes what I'm dealing
As I throw her my length and my girth

She's showing a pair
For her chest is all bare
They're beautiful, I do espouse
If she plays her cards right
And she keeps herself tight
She may even achieve a full house

Not being a joker
I continue to poke her
I now have my ace in the hole
My bet is to push
As she raises her tush
Being all in is my goal

I've dealt the cards 'round
Hear a heart rending sound
I see the bright flush on her face
I just have a straight
Ends with less than an eight
But to fold now would be disgrace

I raise but a little
Push my chips to the middle
She shows me all she has got
I throw my cards on the table
I've given all I am able
She sighs softly, 'cause she's won the pot