Ace Of Hearts

He'd been sitting at her table, and he watched her face, as she dealt the cards.
He was hoping she was lucky, all he needed now, was the ace of hearts.

Then his eyes moved to her fingers, as she softly turned, the next card from the deck.
Following her hand still, as she raised it, to sweep her hair behind her neck.

The fullness of her lips, were the colour of the card, he needed, red.
As the game around him played, all he could do, was look at her instead.

He stared into her eyes, as before him, she placed the three of spades.
He looked down at the table, and said: this ain't my lucky day.

Any chance my luck will change? He looked at her and said, with a playful devils smile, and he watched her face turn red.

He'd just picked up his jacket, left the table, leaving on his way, when the girl came over, the pretty croupier.

She didn't say a word, just handed him, her number on a card, and when he turned it over, it was, the Ace of Hearts.