“Our souls bonded. His pleasure was my ecstasy. My blood pumped in his heart.”

“...you’re in my blood spreading through my heart— pumping me numb.”

“…..pump, pump, pump- where is it? It’s fading fast (the sound of his heart as I laid on his bed), it’s disappearing as i drift to sleep (but its still in my head, always in my head–haunting).”

“The miracle left him dumbfounded, that his heart had not yet shirked its weary task of pumping his bored blood through his brain.”

“I take in great lungfuls of air. Atom by atom, the oxygen enters my blood and pumps in waves through my veins; it is tidal, this pumping blood. My heart beats mightily. If I ran any faster, gravity would loose its claims on my ankles, and my feet would pedal into the air.”

“Blood of my heart, protection is thine.Life of my life, taking yours, taking mineBody of my body, marrow and mindSoul of my soul, to our spirit bindBlood of my heart, my tides, my moonBlood of my heart, my salvation, my doom”