No Summer loving,
no Summer fling.
No Summer romance,
is there such a thing?
Kisses in the moonlight,
walks along the sand.
Barefoot on beaches,
strolling hand in hand.
No Summer kisses,
only Summer nights.
With me and my pillow,
and covers pulled tight.
I want swimming to each other,
tanning in the sun.
Hugs that last a lifetime,
and days full of fun.
I want cool beach house evenings,
in sweatshirts by the fire.
A burning flame before us,
that matches our desire.
But, no Summer loving,
or sunsets on the sea.
Only a journal and pen,
and dreams that are me.