Touch alone; feel the two sides.
They aren't opposites, but both opposing
Wanting one goal, one prize in the end
Split ends needs clashing
Hungry eyes and tasteful lips
Sizzling touch; markings of fierceness to match the prize
Whirling sensations clouding judgment; bodies collide
Sweet, curtsy like manner
Calming words that sooth one soul
Prize swooned but not grasped
Grab it! Take it!
Pedal stool and all!
A prize is meant to be loved and cherished and WON!
Mirror, Mirror on the wall; Who of them is the fairest of them all?
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