Ode to sweet pink

[i]If I could, she I would bathe in
drown my sorrows in her coolness
drink my feel of her until my tongue
laps at the residue of her left on lips .

if I could, she I would cradle close
bask in her aroma as I slow sip the
sweet taste from her over flowing cup.

she I would, keep all to self  
holding all those special component of her concoction
my prisoner until my taste for her was quenched

she I would, swallow then regurgitate to welcome
the feel of her going down my throat once again
Washing away the sweat that gather with each
greedy gulp...


she I would, load with ice cube watch as they
soak up her elixir only to have them play lazyly
on my tongue as I suck her sweet tart tangy
essence ... Forever

she would be my drink of choice all year 'round
drinking from her each and every day
if only her sweetness didn't pose a threat to my health ..

she's my water because I can't get enough of
this tangy tart sweet pink lemonade that I drink to
beat this summer heat...