I know you have something interesting in mind when you ask me if I want to play a game. We’ve been together long enough that I know your moods, and the twist of challenge in your eyes -- and in your beautiful smile -- tell me this is going to be a very good day for me.

But as you lay out the cards and settle in to torment me, I wonder if your control is any match for your decadent, wicked mouth. Move by move, moment by moment, you take me apart.

I’m not even sure if I want to win this game.