when desires arise, sun's ego reigns on moon, spying on us, not randomly • not randomly, the whispers' buds ripple in my dream's peak with your scent • your scent is willing to align itself like stars, listening to my lust's navel • my lust's navel whistles chicly for the priceless joy in the bed of romance • [romance is me…], — [wanting is you…], [velvety…], [sexy…], and [mannered…]