She's batting her eyes,
To my surprise,
And as I feel the tension rise
I surmise:
The gamble is worth the prize.
I didn't plan this tonight.
I might,
Because I know how to do it right.
And those thighs,
The gamble is worth my pride.
Do I have something to feign
For this game?
Though my tongue is feeling lame,
The same,
The gamble is worth my pain.
With her glare still fixed on me
Anxiously
Like I was the object of myown jealousy.
So weep,
The gamble is my disease.
