I've got a pair of jacks
and a pair of balls.
I'm pretty sure that's
not enough to call
at this stage of play
in this canny strip
chess game, up so
late as I wish to stay,
apparently. But
...instead of this
fooling around on
the board, with a hand
full of cards, half-dressed,
unscored - perhaps I might
best interpret by feel? With
intuitive hard soft tactile sense,
perchance, find real?
Maybe this whole deal
is some kind of ploy?
Aimed at some other
play between girl
and boy? Or fuck -
that's presumptuous!
Beneath us both, for me
to guess so assumptuously.
Unless it's just "pre-" in
a sense before sumptuous,
innocence less modest by
turn of hands, and
waiting to boast?
If so,
my next move
could depend on me! Wait
What?
It's my move? Hey! Sorry!
I thought
Oh heck it. I bet
my shirt, knight to rook
two, and...
hit me.
She did.
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