Under what she does not Wear

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S ome E ternal L ie M akes A doration.
What about her pleases the mind,
and what about her,
so turns me on?
I have the answers in flush,
hearts on parade,
in my hand in my head.
And if I were to play poker,
with naught but my ideas,
they would accuse me of cheating,
having every trump in my hand.
I didn't even deal the cards,
it was she without the under,
wearing what ever she pleases,
dealing out french cards,
to a man with a latin heart.
Cards she uses,
with a little shake,
when dealt,
to spell the death,
of a man's virginity.
To entice and entrap,
and enthrone herself,
placing her feet,
upon his back.
The loyal, local, footstool,
knowingly giving in.
The serving latino heart,
served her in turn,
turning him in.