Though the tips of their parted lips still glide – still grind, and beneath and between their clits still war, there are moments in a sexfight where women lose themselves in shared breaths and locked eyes. Losing track, if only for a moment, of their hate and struggle for dominance. Just feeling…. Just existing…. Just … shamefully they would admit, enjoying…. Until as sweat drips, and eyes begin to sting, they break their gaze, bury their faces in each other’s necks, and then refocus – doing their best to forget any empathy earned in the shared moment of distraction.