Smoke curls upwards as she watches him shuffle the cards.
Corners slap together like skin on skin. Fast, sure fingers.
Eye contact breaks to look at the cards they have been dealt.
On the table, hand-rolled cigarettes lie neatly in a row. Red wine breathes in bulbous glasses, awaiting their lips. Hot, sweat-soaked skin glows in the light of the fire.
She runs her fingers down the stem of her glass, then slowly lays out her cards.
He pushes back from the table, eyes flashing with desire. A smile curls her lips as her eyes follow his boxers to the floor.