Lady luck

by Emma

She secretly creeps into our psyche,
Offers treasures of gold,
Diamond riches,
Emotions of pleasure,

She breathes her wishful breath,
Moves with speed,
Stimulated promise,
Perplexing allure,
An appetising fortuity.

She touches briefly,
her presence meaningful,
Defines desires untold,
Her taste hypnotic.

Impulsive reaction,
She whispers softly,
A game of chancing,
Her smile beckons,
The game has began.

The mind of a deep thinker…or complete rubbish…it is all down to interpretation and perception…