Temptation On My Tongue! ! Poem by WIN VENTURA

It starts with steam, a bold perfume,
That pulls me straight into the room.
A swirl of spice, a melting glaze,
A promise made in hungry haze.

The mango bleeds, the berries burst,
A sweet so deep it feels like thirst.
Golden skin, a sugar slide,
No place for shame, no need to hide.

The chocolate sighs, the syrup clings,
Each bite a rush of secret things.
A soft rebellion, warm and slick,
One taste is never just one lick.

My logic fades, my will's undone,
By cinnamon rolls and dripping bun.
This isn't hunger, this is lust,
In every crumble, crave, and crust.

And when it's gone, I want it still,
That juicy ache I cannot kill.
It's not just food — it's deeper play,
Temptation served on a silver tray.

It tastes divine, it makes me sing,
But what, I ask, does pleasure bring?
A sugar trap, a salted end —
That slow decay no food defends.

For every joy it gives my soul,
It carves a debt I can't control.
So sweet the fall, so rich the sin,
But health pays dearly from within.

✍🏽By: - WIN VENTURA