Ode to the Enchantress
Poker is like the most abusive relationship you could possibly have. One day she is kissing you and giving you that sweet loving. The next day she kicks you in the balls and leaves you in the gutter to die. She is so attractive that you cannot help but to come back to her. Her melodic voice and shapely curves draw you back into her sweet embrace. You never know which lady your going to get. “This time it is going to be different” you say. Convinced that everything is fine you open your heart to her again only to be crushed by her icy embrace. In the long term being with her is better than being alone. Why can’t she love me all the time?