As the scorching sun highlighted through her dirty blonde locks, the scent of sweet peaches filled the surrounding air around us. Her skin as clear as the summer days, soft as a satin sheet; it filled my eyes with such brightness. As her hands fell into mine I can feel her clenching tight, with those light, feminine hands, delicate as a babies touch. I caressed gently up her arms, those arms claiming no flaws, to shower her with an intimate hug. I felt her breath upon my neck parting from her rosy full lips. Grasping around the small of her back, her petite body pressed against mine, I can feel her long flower printed dress catching the wind around us; the hem of her dress slapping against my ankles. She cried telling me to let her go, but naturally I didn’t want to ever let go. She kissed me and jumped off the mountain top.