The best of my cards

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Among so many passions
that awaited me there,
the virtues of that woman
spoke without words.
The cleavage on her back competed
with the deadly slit of her skirt.
What she did not dare to show
she hinted at with subtlety and art,
every detail carefully planned,
her experience in the game of seduction left.
And to that ace she kept up her sleeve,
I played the best of my cards.
We intertwined our gazes,
and desire ignited like a flame.