High Roller

Roll my sultry bones like liquid diamond dice,

Blow on their loaded alcohol as lady luck bestows her intoxication.

Stike the flint fires of prophecy,

Breezing the addiction of my heat to your wild core.

No diggity I hold a flush of the aces, calling sevens on our fated table,

You’re only betting against the house of chance,

Whose bed will be caged in mirrors?

My sunglassed heart is here waiting for your stakes,

Smelting in our lava ore, and the doubling down of our electric love.





  1. ajaykohli · June 30, 2016

    Metallurgy with love

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Singledust · July 7, 2016

    Sunglassed heart….I like this….I imagine no one can look at my heart as I scrutinise theirs….wicked!

    Liked by 1 person

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