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Love Games

January 10, 2014 by Jennifer Garay

"How deep are those eyes?”

“How long are those legs?”

“Long enough to run through your mind.”

“Deep enough to pierce through your soul.”

Well then, Touché. 

You are cold as ice, but you keep me warm. 

… Remind me again, 

Why do we play these love games?

Have you ever stopped to think that we don’t have to be opponents, we can be equals. 

(Of course not)

You rather play these love games.

Go ahead and deal the cards....

I keep my poker face, but what good is that when my heart's on my sleeve?

I have a handful of aces, but I play the joker.

There's no playing for keeps with you....

No, there's no playing for keeps with you....

But I still play. 

Because I was dealt a good hand...

and for every fragment of your heart you chip in, i'll remove one article of clothing.

Oh, these love games, we plays for high stakes. 

January 10, 2014 /Jennifer Garay
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