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)
