Infatuation

What warmth abides in my sweet summer muse? She is like a song of fireflies and dew on freshly sprung clovers. Her bare skin upon the grass kissed by Helios's shine draws my senses closer. My chest yearns to breathe in her heavenly scent, the essence of joy-giving laughter. Give me strength to resist her pillow-soft skin, it forces my lust to swell like heaven's rivers. For she tempts my tongue like honey mid-drip from the comb. The mere thought of her makes my rational mind quiver. She possesses an abundance of nectar in the wake of spring's blush, it will spill forth from her in a rush of pleasure. Drown me, my muse, take my body under your heady tide, give me over to summer's relentless fervor.