As the seconds race to catch zero
As the hand moves accordingly to be lovers
(Sight)

As the ticks matches the beat to my heart
Each second apart
(Hearing)

As it shows me the love I deserve
Forever holding my wrist
(Touch)

Emitting odors of dark perfumes
To attract the right curves
(Smell)

Here my lips lay
On my watch’s face
(Taste)

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