slow, heartbeat song churning in my head (cheezy, cliché’, and precarious)

There is someone who is out there who is dying to know someone who does know you, who is craving to be near you, to finally fear you, to be dear to you and speak to you as fire is to cold as shy is to bold as crying is to holding is to comfort is to nestle, slightly wrestle, touching under where it’s crazy, being so lazy, chill and laid back again unto you, so far into you that I’m through you, nothing new to you or to me so we see where we’re going, always knowing that we’re throwing disposition through cognition…

Feel free to continue. I gave a head start of 104 words.