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The Real Deal
There's no bluffing when it comes to you
you can tell all of my tells
the brush of my tie
the gleam aroused in my eye
deal me in;
these cards keep coming up royals
with you as my queen
I win but you get the prize
the rise of the golden sun
the crest of my chest
coming out of my skin
each move echoing in your mind
my mind, your mouth
whisper to ante
glossy red,
there's no getting out
hearts coming up in spades
each hand that is played
the stakes, in love, are raised
you can tell all of my tells
the brush of my tie
the gleam aroused in my eye
deal me in;
these cards keep coming up royals
with you as my queen
I win but you get the prize
the rise of the golden sun
the crest of my chest
coming out of my skin
each move echoing in your mind
my mind, your mouth
whisper to ante
glossy red,
there's no getting out
hearts coming up in spades
each hand that is played
the stakes, in love, are raised
Published 27th Dec 2019
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