Poem

In this aqueous arena of lust and desire,

Where the soft whispers of passion do conspire,

Two warrior goddesses of love did meet,

Their eyes locked in a dance, both fierce and sweet.

With breasts like marble sculpture so fair,

Their pussies, the weapons none could compare.

Clothed in the armor of midnight's embrace,

They circled each other with a knowing grace.

Clits standing proud, like warrior's swords drawn,

They clashed and collided, in a fiery dawn.

Their battleground wet with the nectar of lust,

Each touch a declaration, each move a thrust.

Round and round they went, in a frenzy of delight,

Their lust for each other, a glorious fight.

Their bodies entwined in a tapestry of need,

Their pussies clashed, as the rhythm did proceed.

With teeth bared and eyes flashing, like stars in the sky,

They strived to conquer, to reach that high.

They took turns to dominate, to yield,

In a dance as ancient as love itself they wield.

The air thick with the scent of desire,

Their moans grew louder, their libido rose higher.

They grinded and rubbed, in a rhythm so wild,

Their battle of sex, like a storm unmiled.

Until finally, in a crescendo of bliss,

They reached the peak, with scream and hiss.

Their orgasms crashed, like waves on the shore,

Their rivalry settled, forevermore?

Their pussies, once locked in fierce rivalry's dance,

Now rested, their clash reduced to mere prance.

For in this match, no woman could be best,

But they went toe-to-toe, in the ultimate test.