Biologically compatible.

She told me her mitral
Refused to work a little;
She complained of her liver
And how it lost it's vigor;
The alveoli in her lungs
Plastic,it had become
The epithelium in her nose
Immune to all smells 'cept one-

My scented sweat on her skin
My hard breath brought her life
My fingers on her torso
Drove her insanely high

My own cardiac hymn
Combined with her rhythm
Made us one as the Almighty,
Destined together biologically.