Summer.

He smells like a mixture of cherries and lemonade, he only smells like that in the mornings. At night he smells of beer and fresh lime mixed with salt. That's when he tastes the sweetest to me.

Ferris wheels spin round and round, their dizzying spins reminding me of how you make me feel. Roller coasters give me butterflies in my stomach, making me feel all kinds of fuzzy when you're around.

Muscle tanks and black skinny jeans adorn your body, a beautiful mixture between lean and fit. A little tummy is visible underneath the sheer fabric of your shirt, accentuating each and every one of your inked masterpieces.

You smell like a summer rain that has drenched the green grass in everybody's backyards. A mixture of saltwater and a bonfire linger in your hair. The brown, thick waves hold onto the smells of a romantic summer night.

Your emerald eyes are crystal clear like the water coming into the shore, shining under the sunlight. The seaweed coming, lying on the sand, reflects the color of your dilated pupils.

You smell of a summer afternoon, a barbecue, the thick smoke filling in the air. A musky scent surrounds your body, filling my nose with a beautiful scent.

You'll always smell of summer to me, even when the winter snow hits the ground. And I'll always remember our summer; the summer that we fell to the ground, and the summer that you held me above it all.

I'll always remember you as my summer, I'll always remember us in our summer.