A different kind of love!

He walks in with a swagger
Places his bet , generous with the tips
His reinforced boot with a dagger
A lazy smile flirting with his lips

Arrogant to his last bone
Aware she is behind the curtain
His eyes beckoning , a single malt moan
The rustling of silk makes him certain

Embers of their last game still warm
The dealer rolls the dice
Rekindling the fire under pretext of charm
It is the intention , not the act, that's a vice

In the blink of an eye, bullets start to rain
The haze didn't let their eyes meet
Having lived, desire warming their every vein
The poisoned kiss rendered useless by the infernal heat