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Games we play - an Australian open

I love to watch a grand slam, she confessed;
The deuce! We'll play away, love: raise your hips;
I smashed her with my forehand and caressed
Her front of court with backhands; as the tips
Of fingers aced and made net stockings wet,
I wondered, if her cover was pulled down,
Would that win me the point, the game, the set?
Would she concede the match? And would the crown
Of my advantage mean her racket halted?
And would she concentrate to find new balls
Distract, so she almost double faulted?
Well, I just love her spin – that tongue recalls
Volleys of pleasure given, as we menace
Finals that will outshine open tennis.
 
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