Coming violently together was their usual M.O.
Obliterating everyone and everything around them with such a release of energy
Love contains almost limitless potential energy waiting to be continuously released, but…
Lust was a poor substitute with so many limits
It would be expended so quickly in a blink of an eye
Deforming each of their spirits, leaving permanent dents therein
Eventually becoming as cold as the void that remained.
Pushing past the limits of her endurance
Rita kept ratcheting up the tension in her muscles
Everything was on the line this time
Success and she was set for life
Slip up and she would be homeless and broken
Urging her body to give her just a little more
Rita growled as she felt her opponent quiver
Everything after that happened so fast she didn’t know how to react
Every moment filled with anxiety
X-ray vision seeing past the problem at hand
And not allowing you to see the answer in front of you
Means these tests will push you past your limits
Still, that’s a good thing. It allows you to grow.