june is hungry and youthful she wants to be indulged amongst the darkness of a solitary spring sits the pink of orgasm flushed cheeks beautiful and naive entire worlds could be conceived, tonight in lustful gluttony her juices will drip down the lips of her lover as they eat and eat and eat until there is nothing of the strawberry moon, only pure summer a perpetually gorgeous afternoon, love me for eternity, she says or not at all how quickly this warmth can turn even the stars into fools devoid of all logic and reason in this most sensual of seasons