Talk it. Walk it. Strut and squawk. Let your confidence swell, and your certainty embolden. But know that in any sexfight, there will be a moment where you fear her – your rival.
A time when your body reacts too greatly to her touch, and hers not enough to yours. When she will hold you where she wants, and do to you what she will. And though in that moment you will imagine all the shame and humiliation losing would entail – all the punishment she will inflict, and the tears you will shed: fight back.
For there are moments no less afflicting for her. Sequences where your body breaks hers, and your skills her spirit. But linger not rival, for it is when you believe your enemy is your better, that she is.