As if she were born on the fourth of July...

With sun-soaked perfectly placed freckles.

Beautiful brown eyes,
like tinted windows dimming the hot summer sky.

They are silent, but full of sound...

Her eyes are a chorus of emotions...

They are the flash before the bang...

They are English without words.

Her hair is so vivid and defining...

Inheriting the enticement and glare of
a night-time firework show.

The sun blessed her with a red complexion,

Enough to ensure she would light up those around her.

Lips so soft, full, and prevailing,

Igniting an addiction for that gentle contact,

Relenquishing the desire for any other set,

Needing a fix or suffering withdraws.

Her smile is as genuine as a small child
holding their first sparkler...

It's the shape of a squeezed lemon,

floating right side up in a half
drinken' glass of chilled ice tea.

She is all of this and more...

She is my Summer love.

-joeV-