She wedded a vibrant patch
of land that cradled her radiant
spirit, wrapping her in
sunshine and wildflowers.

Their lips brushed
against each other
like the sun leans over
to kiss the ocean.

Milk and mustard flowing
freely from her *******,
A sign of summer's
sensual ripeness.
Nectar spills, seeping into
the polka dots, of her
brasserie.

She unclothes herself,
As summer's fiery
passion stirs her fingers,
Finding joy
In bare truths.

Peel me like an orange, layer by layer.
Slurp me like iced tea with boba's gentle tap,
Sniff my skin like roses in the morning dew.
Consume me like ripe mangoes and olives, a blissful thrill,
Heal me like a whispered promise, a gentle, loving pill.