A Sweet Temptation

The elements so incessantly churn the body chemistry
That with each ticking second, deep within each heart
Passions play wonders, working on the sensual spectrum,
Bursting like… springs let loose from within,
And the poor mortal frame succumbs
To the sensory temptations…
The visual is the weakest of all and has a hotline syndrome
With the varied hues of colours exercising an irresistible charm.
The ethereal dawns, the effervescent clouds,
The crescent moon capping the crown of the skewed hill up there,
The skies thawing drop by drop from the tips of the leaves
Paying tributes even for that luke-warm rays of the Winter Sun,
The runnels capering down like the noisy tribal damsels
Singing exotic ethnic melodies in sync and symphony
The array of unknown birds making arresting formations on the sky-scape
And the bees and butterflies committing suicides on the hearts of rejecting flowers

When nature and time connive at to corrupt and adulterate the senses
By feasting and fanning the fire, 
Can there be strength in the love-sick frame to stand the temptation?