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the match
he didn't forget nor did she
that rack, the whack, on cue
this moment was due
the night begged
for a moment so true
a table for two
green comforting blues
the look in that eye
and the dangling hair
brushed like the felt
tension in hand
she barely could stand
one shot then two
possibilities true
all angles played
banging
and banking
on a hope
on a dream
the bridge brings her closer
but he's in control
she up and jumps his ball
and he's all but sunk
into the perfection of it all
bent over she straddles the table
exposing her heightened nipples
thoroughly glanced
through a reflection
in an old antique mirror
with words inscripted
"it's not just winning but the joy
and punishment you receive
while playing the game"
it's a long and drawn out game
she takes the final shot and winks
a battle both have won
that rack, the whack, on cue
this moment was due
the night begged
for a moment so true
a table for two
green comforting blues
the look in that eye
and the dangling hair
brushed like the felt
tension in hand
she barely could stand
one shot then two
possibilities true
all angles played
banging
and banking
on a hope
on a dream
the bridge brings her closer
but he's in control
she up and jumps his ball
and he's all but sunk
into the perfection of it all
bent over she straddles the table
exposing her heightened nipples
thoroughly glanced
through a reflection
in an old antique mirror
with words inscripted
"it's not just winning but the joy
and punishment you receive
while playing the game"
it's a long and drawn out game
she takes the final shot and winks
a battle both have won
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