come touch my heart with your knife of flesh , she invites , and he enters her deeply , feeling as if he is slicing her with his cock , entering he sees her halved and her heart throbbing , come touch my heart with your lips , and he kisses her heart , come fill my heart with your blood , and he sees the connection , himself sliding as penis attaching as artery and coming inside her filling her with sperm and she , my heartbeat is your cock pulsing , and he criessound like a sharp blurt as a rusty lock snaps and cracks open , then his tears puddle upon her breasts , his head now lies exposed upon her chest , she almost dead from his weight but holding him to herself with soothing pats , long and short , calming wild beard hairs and the medusa flight of his head hairs ... he falls quickly into a depth of sleep marked not by time but by sensations .