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Ears ring at sound of his crack ,
There's no denying her rack......
Colors blur at the speed of light ,
Breath held in anticipation ,
Every pocket touched in delite ,
With not one bit of hestitation .
When she grips her stick
Straight faced With her eyes lit ,
It's hard not to look at the shaft
All the way to the tip
Most men quit , no shit !
Cause they can't handle it ........
Her mixture of beauty and precision ,
Can make you lose truly , 
Upon her decision 
And when you finally take your turn ,
She stands to the side 
Showing no concern ....
Even though most don't
If you beat her to the eight
It's a valiant approach
But Make one mistake 
And she'll cut your throat
Then The next in line 
Lags far  behind 
And the longest game of your life begns
In the shortest amount of time....