Weight sensor overload

Conversation easily outweighing
Her magnificent tits
I toss a glance but feel guilt
As I have no designs
A mere reflex

Laughter outshining easily
Our predicament
I fling another pun
She counters, I parry
A mere reflex

The lift a happy microcosm
Sealed in this happy space
For now I am no patient
She no doctor
Death uninvited

When the problem's fixed
She'll open my chest
I'll be asleep
Mother will cry
A mere reflex