No Ocean

Our days be filled with busy

like a rush hour

on a Friday,

chaos of lights makin you dizzy

slow motion, no notion

we're far apart

no ocean

my flight seems delayed

the calendar is full

of predetermined devotions

no emotion

I sit back and daydream of sensual encounters

with you on sight

fresh off my flight

saving me from this night

fireworks ignite

our lips kiss just right

Cuddles & Luvins delight

nothing else seems to matter

we're on cloud 9

all bright...