What Are The Odds

Craps table loud and crowded, raw emotion.
She giggles, makes a move as if to blow,
reverses and releases in one motion.
Designer glasses, blouse that's cut as low
as gambling den propriety allows,
and bright red lipstick. Mop has seen it all.
but chuckles; mops the dice towards the blouse.
She plucks them, real smooth, another roll.
Don't bet against the pass, her real game,
those lashes blinking willingness and pleasure.
The chances of success not quite the same,
but much, much better odds by any measure:
the promise of a tourist trip to heaven.
This gentleman will do. She rolls a seven.