Succulent, sweet and sticky.
The sensation of seeds against my tongue.
Full, fat, flavoursome.
A heady rush to the senses.
Cream on my lips,
Sugary, smooth, supple
The milky kiss of summer seasons.
Strawberries and cream,
Like a Wimbledon Summer dream,
That sweeps and soars behind somnolent eyes.
Birds, bees and blooms,
Like the brightest baby blues,
Or greens, browns, or greys of your sweet, strawberry dream.
May your own dreams be strawberry summer dreams,
Sweet, succulent, and very, very sticky…