Perfect Density

You are my type
The time is ripe
The time for the harvest
No time to rest
The fruit is glistening in the trees
Sweet summer breeze
Sunlight streaming
Smiles gleaming 
Minds dreaming
Subconsciousness screaming 
Feet in the softgreenmoist grass
Time no longer seems to pass
I'm reaching critical mass
Your soft sweet smile
Your charm and guile 
You've got style
Your eyes burn with such intensity 
Such perfect density