Chapter One...
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Myocardial
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contraction.
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she holds him gently
to her breast
phase naught
she whispers
breath unrest
and yet he smiles
gentle jest
phase naught
is nothing
yet
the salty sweat of
sweet remains
oh Na
she sends
her salty flames
not yet she says
salt in her veins
until at last
twenty minutes passed
and now, alas
alas how crass
how crass that now
the time should pass
and pass it comes
it comes
at last
at last the first phase shall begin
begin to win that sultry skin
to penetrate and peeling pin
bananas out
banana sin
tis out
tis out
to win
to win
in sin
in gentle climb
phase two so sweet
simply devine
like ice cream
sultry with her wine
and banana in her
growing
that steady state
that plateaud hill
until at last
she wants more still
and then, phase three
it's rough
it's real
it's building
harder
higher
he jams her now
he jams her hard
and now to plow
give with no guard
banana large
bananas out
banana firm
a banana stout
until at last
no more
she shouts
she shudders
she shudders lightly
lightly kiss
and now to lie
in lovers bliss
an ice cream bath
of sweet remiss
and up and down
yes. this
and up and down
in passive waves
through Gaps the neighbors
neighbors craves
craves yet again
again some more
but dear there's so much yet in store
my dear we've just cum
to phase four
and lust and lust
you lust for more?
she lusts naught
not phase
four
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Chapter Two.
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Pacemaker cell
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Action potential
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And what of him?
his story reads
what did he feel
his fill, his seed
well, different, surely
as he leads
he leads her forth
contraction
well, his phase naught
we know too well
there is no salt
there is no spell of
hesitation
know too well
he is not coy
he fell
fell to her hunger
oh so sweet
sex-Ty on the mind
a threshold beat
but she says 'Na' in salty bleat
but he hears
'it's on'.
she's in retreat
naught phase, his ice cream
sweet
so sweet
and now, it's out
bananas on
he skips right over
two and one
for him they're boring
not as fun
phase three
phase three
it's on
and on
and on
until at last
banana's ramming
ramming fast
ramming hard
and then
it's passed
three's gone
he's cum
at last
phase four
he softens, furrows his brow
the only time he'd 'Na' is now
salt has its day
now in his bliss
that limits what can
and cannot kiss
the rate of her
he's not limitless
and so she waits
his bliss
and on and on
it goes again
in cycling dance
a dance, ya ken?
ya ken it happens
yet again
he sets the pace
her hunger fed
she tightens
heightens
lub dub
again
