Lesbian Challenge: 8 of 8

She couldn’t be wrong, neither a loser
We had to come up with a settled dispute
Details are blurry, but,
I ended up not only physically attracted,
To a lesbian gynecologist,
But emotionally, and feeling wise, I was invested
In her presence, I felt, I truly belonged
Her breath, was inspiring and comforting
She uttered out the right phrases
Aimed at my heart, close to my face
Her touch was firm, yet elegant
Eradicating, heterosexual damages imbibed,
In my flesh, for years
Through her raspy voice, Ricocheting Regrets
From a misfortunate past, were shielded
Her body, provided warmth,
I pretended earlier on, not to need
Strength and cockiness,
I initiated the battle of the sexes with, were no more
Her presence, occupied thoughts
I looked for, in the basement
It was all coming back to I
Not sure what I could do next
I thought her and I, shared common interests
During the battle, scales got damaged
What else could I do?
My ego, was maintained
Never admitting to her, how I turned out,
To feel about her
Sadly, the decoy was already gone
I realized, it was: I and her.