Hate between old friends (5 senses)

I only get a glimpse, but a glimpse is all it takes,
My blood begins to boil and i sudenly get the shakes,
my mouth can fell that hate, the taste of bitter sweet revenge, something stinks, the smell of tension, it is obvious we are not friends
Just listen to your voice, acting as if u dnt care, wen u do.
your body language shows ur nervous u no that is tru
Im so angry, red in the face, wanna shout... take a long walk off a short pier...
Instead i mutter words of nastiness and u accisdently over hear
I lick my lips i love that taste, the taste of pure satisfaction,
I can smell the steam coming from ur ears, loving ur reaction...

we had to rite a bunch of poems for english this one is about the 5 senses, this isnt what the teacher meant but o well... coz i was fightin wit a m8 at the time