You run your fingers over fingers over velvet
He runs his talons through his hair
Blade under sleeve and sleeve and
The thought alone has you stifling with sweat
He takes the pot and thanks the chair
You’re bent like a low card
You dance across the house floor
A high roller
Charmer of pockets, he does more because
Now the scene shifts from floor to room to bed
And you’ll run your fingers through...
