The Power Couple
We glide
arm in arm,
igniting envy with each step.
For I have the eyes of
a goddess,
and you have the lips of
an angel.
I bat eyes at handsome boys
across crowded rooms.
You kiss pretty girls
behind closed doors.
But when the music stops
and the party ends,
we once again
glide
arm in arm
across the floor.
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