Jogo de Poker

A mesa em veludo verde, o ambiente em semi-luz, a fumaça do cigarro pairando no ar.
As cartas em minhas mãos, as cartas nas mãos dela...

"She gave me the Queen
She gave me the King
She was wheelin' and dealin'
Just doin' her thing
She was holdin' a pair
But I had to try
Her Deuce was wild
But my Ace was high
But how was I to know
That she'd been dealt with before
Said she'd never had a Full House
But I should have known
From the tattoo on her left leg
And the garter on her right
She'd have the card to bring me down
If she played it right"

Suas mãos, sua pele, a parte do seio semi-nú que seu decote deixava transparecer.
Seu pescoço, o rosto pequeno e redondo contrastando com os grandes lábios vermelhos e seus profundos olhos negros.

"Poker face was her name
Poker face was her nature
Poker straight was her game
If she knew she could get you
She play'd 'em fast
And she play'd 'em hard
She could close her eyes
And feel every card
But how was I to know
That she'd been shuffled before
Said she'd never had a Royal Flush
But I should have known
That all the cards were comin'
From the bottom of the pack
And if I'd known what she was dealin' out
I'd have dealt it back"

A parte das coxas que sua saia curta deixava aparecer, a meia arrastão preta deixando à mostra pequenos pedaços daquela pele que lembrava a textura da seda.
A moça na minha frente que tirava-me o fôlego, e não permitia que eu me concentrasse no jogo.
Ah, o jogo... Onde estávamos mesmo?

"She's got the Jack
She's got the Jack, And who knows what else?
She's got the Jack, yeah, yeah
She gave me the Jack hey
Ooh, can't ya tell?
You Never know! She's got the Jack"
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Ao som de AC/DC - The Jack