Poker Face

I wrap myself around you little
finger, purposely. You bend me,
twist me. I gambled once, the dealer
cheated. You are cool now,
just as your lips on my cheek,
still the player your were born to be.
Smooth and charming, you control
the cards. I call, but you bluff.
Finally I fold, surrender
these old nights and discard
my ace of spades for you.