How peculiar is the correlation of the smelling organ to
the heart;
Standing entrances to your soul
Whether turned up in arrogance
Digging into the business of
others where belonging lacks
These doors tickle emotion’s ivory
A terrible habit, unsound.
Mind betraying; instinct and desire raid
Set up camp and settle to replace truth.
A slight aroma
Stomach rumbles, salivation
Glutton’s gateway inhales.
The heart is stricken by a feeling long forgotten
His warm
touch delights familiar emotion
Clouding your better judgment
You are not really hungry.
These powerful soldiers hold the weapon of memory
Ammunition vast, innumerable, lively, compelling.
In an instant their direct aim has you face down
Head covered
Bowing under the weight of obedience
Focus on the smell of love.
Captured, your mind dies in desire
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