Ahh, summer.
Your heat, your sun, your love…
It’s simply divine.
Heavenly. And that puts us in the mind-frame of a song – a song that fits snugly into our coquette theme with its dreamy stylings and lush melody.
“Coquettes are, but too rare. It is a career that requires great abilities, infinite pains, a gay and airy spirit. ‘Tis the coquette who provides all the amusements – suggests the riding-party, plans the picnic, gives and guesses charades, acts them. She is the stirring element amid the heavy congeries of social atoms – the soul of the house, the salt of the banquet.” – Benjamin Disraeli
Wanting your love to come into meFeeling it slow, over this dreamTouch me with a kiss, touch me with a kiss
Now you’re above feeling it stillTell me it’s love, tell me it’s realTouch me with a kiss, feel me on your lips
Because this is where I want to beWhere it’s so sweet and heavenly
I’m giving you all my, giving you all myGiving you all my loveGiving you all my, giving you all myGiving you all my loveAll my love
Summer so sweet, summer so heavenly. Summer so rife with memories… of Montana, of what must have been love, of getting pantsed and showing off my rear, of pride and guilt, of picking the beans, and of reading the rainbow. Summer is adept at seering certain moments into the memory. They remain embedded more powerfully than what happened yesterday, part of my make-up in a way that other memories can only echo. Summer makes for forever.
Needing you now to come into meFeeling it slow, over this dreamTouch me with a kiss, feel me on your lips
When you’re above feeling it stillTell me it’s love, tell me it’s realTouch me with a kiss, touch me with a kiss
Because this is where I want to beWhere it’s so sweet and heavenly
This heavenly song and moment work to forge another memory of love. Summer works that magic perhaps better than any other season. Summer makes us dance, it makes us want more. Summer makes us have fun, and start all sorts of adventures. It makes us want to play. And it makes us want to listen.
I’m giving you all my, giving you all myGiving you all my loveGiving you all my, giving you all myGiving you all my loveAll my love
And when you’re far away, I still feel it allAnd when you’re far away, I still feel it all the same
And when you’re far away, far away
Summer brings us back to childhood in the best possible way, burning away sadness and angst with a rose-tinted flame that gives light to all that was dark. For that reason alone, let us have summer, and let it burn brilliantly into our memory banks – with fire, with heat, with love…
I’m giving you all my, giving you all myGiving you all my loveGiving you all my, giving you all myGiving you all my love
