gambol

I play blind poker across the sheets
with trembling hands dealt,
and a gambler's eye upon you.
Chance would be a fine thing.
Chance would be a fine thing.
One to ten forays to test
how lie these on those
and slide them, curved,
to hide them, curved,
so deep and deftly done.
Soft moans for gaining tosses,
screams for winning,
and whispers for the endgame.

My deal?