Transport

oh yes, let it happen
my captain, my captain
transport me
across the seas
to a villa sitting above the beach
where billowing white linens reach
the floor near an overstuffed bed
that being said
a romantic vision
might a careless decision
be made on an evening sweet
might never see a repeat
but the ocean waves copy the rhythm
for a brief moment I am in heaven
oh yes my captain
because even then
a different journey will begin
and I am transported.

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