I enjoy you for each annoying moments
By your arrogance and subsequent
Consequence
Unbothered confidence
Unaware by what might as well
Be a creeper’s advancement
Pulled slowly
Unimpressive and choleric
we come back again
As fate would have it
Avoiding the fate of your mother
Not to succumb to the sins of my father
Temptation is not the proper word
For this moment
For what it’s worth
And the false memory
Of how I remember
The lack of resistance
Yet non-committed complicity
Pushed into what shouldn’t be happening
unmoved to a territory quiet and hidden
As fate drew a perfect circle
Avoiding the fate of your mother
Not to succumb to the sins of my father
Temptation is not the proper word
For this moment
For what it’s worth
danDAman 