Lesbian Challenge: 1 of 8

Restless and endless nights of rehearsing
It had to be a state of an art paragon
Flawlessly perfected, with countless perfection
A thought through dialog, was not required
It was scripted in plain auditory sensations
A new trending encounter, was on a rise
Day drinking, was highly recommended
It had to be done fast
A passionate self-fulfilling death wish,
Of speed, was a rehearsal component
I decided to shift towards an end
Whirling in between, was forbidden
All I needed,
Was to watch her elevating pounding heart
Accompanied with uncontrollable, but
Rhythmic movements, thrusting across her body
Her breath, paved a well dented path,
For floating dust particles
I always kept her at heart
She kept saying, I sounded like a robot
A world of moving machines,
Was on my back banner
It had to be forgotten