Flair & Flavour Poem by John Sensele

When through force of habit our hands touch
Adrenalin through my body runs
As interests, likes match for a perfect match
On and on we turn our gregarious guns.

When through force of habit we osculate
True feelings run riots
As emotions and motions dilate
Flying to our desired destination under the care of premier pilots.

When through force of habit we experience telepathy
Cosy chemistry comes into play
As for each other we feel empathy
No matter whether it's night or day, no space for delay.

When through force of habit we converse in silence
Communication conjoins us
As we sample balance in every circumstance
With no space on our bliss bus to fuss.