Just a short poem, because I have no life. ;)

This head game we play, you and I,

we know how to play it.

This complicated web of subtleties and intrigue,

this poker game of wit and charm.

We're a pair of somethings, you and I.

We're the professionals in the art of mind control,

not Tantomile and Coricopat.

We twirl our victims around our fingers,

never letting them get quite close enough.

We dangle them from a hook, neither saving them nor killing them,

just watching them wriggle with interest.

Then we drop them,

flopping and gasping for air,

as they watch us go,

You, the Tempter, and I, the Temptress.

We really are a pair, you and I.

We are the only ones who can compete with each other,

We're the only ones wise enough,

So this simple game turns to war

Our savvy minds pitted against one another.

You win a battle,

I win a battle.

We make some low blows,

But everything is fair in love and war, after all.

One day one of us will fall,

Not able to rise against fire,

One shall raise the white flag,

And the other shall stand triumphant.

But until that day,

We stay formidable opponents,

In this vicious circle that we run,

You and I.