My heart screams for love,
It longs for a pulse from the body.
It cringes at rejection,
Dangling from a stream of hope.
My eyes visualize a dream,
Full of passionate compassion and adoration.
They stare at a chance of relationship opportunity,
Waiting to be doused by happiness.
My nose is inflamed from the profuse scent of attraction,
It quarrels with my commons sense over moral satisfaction.
The smell of life engulfs my nostrils as I rest subconsciously,
As I rest, it takes in quarts of air with ever inhale.
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