Summer.. what on earth was I thinking. A name like that, basically screaming out your love of the sun. Each night I find you, your skin is still warm from that crazy oversized star. You think you fool me but.. nawww.. I wasn't born last last century. I wasn't even born last millennium. Gotta use that human brain a bit more if you think you'll get one over on me.
Is that jello?
Wait.. no.. ok. yeah.. we're through, gorgeous. Take your perfect skin and those succulent veins and that silky hair and your sweet, delicious lips and well.. ok, one more night? Noooo! No, I gotta go. Later, human!