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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
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