Summer Feast

My love appears like a summer feast,
Her red hair flows like wine over
Strawberry nipples that are sugar sweet,
Succulent to taste.

Plum coloured lips, ripe and juicy,
Enticing me with their sensuality,
Like those other lips,
A fruit ready to be plucked or
A deep dish of cream waiting
For my tongue to lap it up completely.

Peach like skin, soft and velvet,
Deep blue eyes of melting ice,
Salad days and hot summer nights