temptation

humorously, the morning sun
focused its ray of light
thru the tiny rustic branches
of an appetizing basket,
where chaotic, seductively,
delicious, and arrogantly,
each lusty temptation for
some ripened grape clusters
that've debuted their ecstasy,
metamorphosing the full view
into a wildish passion,
macerating chic desire's sap
about what you think I think, —
(hmm... this sun had much fun)

πŸ˜‰

mille fois

universe

Say

one that I want

ain't stopping

hold on

salut

on repeat

thousand love songs