Her kisses were loaded dice,
Each touch a wager, tossed in the air,
A chance to lose, a chance to slice,
To see if love was truly there.

She hummed her lines like lullabies,
But in her gaze the trap was laid,
A bluff concealed in velvet lies,
Where every wager bled and paid.

With every kiss, a coin was spent,
Her smile, a mask of sweet deceit,
She’d deal the cards, her heart unbent,
And leave you scrambling at her feet.

She played the odds, she took her turn,
Each moment etched in faint disguise,
But in the loss, you’d always yearn,
For more of her endless lies.