Striking at the core of our bodies, evoking taste, smell, connection, pressure, reaching out in plea, to gyrate as one in their own warmth, needing more and more as time diminishes at this combination playing sensory co-ordination, two bodies in agreement, seeing no end in the interlude, falling deeper with stern, as one tries to govern pure intention, alert to every movement, both discover periods of, the Pulse of Lava, advancing together understanding failure, yet moving forward with, no date for retirement, as the, Pulse of Lava, takes control, with no argument insight.