The boy was sad:
Tears smothered his face, drooping to the corners of his mouth. The taste of the saltiness overcomes his senses. A soft sobbing begins, getting louder and louder by the minute.
The dog wanted to go for a walk:
Leaping up and down with joy the dog projects a deafening bark letting me know his needs. The smell of his wet fur captivates my nostril hairs, His fur strokes my arm it being as soft as a winter coat. The taste of his mouth wrestles with my tongue.
When they embraced she could tell he had been smoking and was scared
The smoke captivated my nostrils hairs, his jumper pressed against my skin with sheer force. I had known he was guilty of such crime, a slight cough defend my hearing knowing the consequences had caught up with him. The taste of an ashtray suffocated my throat as he kissed my lips. His eyes were black