©️Don't Hang Up🌹Part I

©️Don’t Hang Up🌹Part I [Intro] "Hey, baby... I'm still awake. Yeah, it's late in Rio. I'm just writing my poem... thinking of you." [Verse 1] Five years of the Atlantic in between us, yeah You're in the East, I'm writing in the West We fall asleep on the phone, breathing in sync While you're working night shifts, putting love to the test Then 3 AM, your lunch break call comes through No distance can erase what I feel for you [Chorus] 'Cause no one's gonna love me the way you do No, there is not much I wouldn't do for you You wipe the sweat right off my back Kiss my shoulders, keep me on track Massage my waist, down to my knees Baby, you know just how to please Yeah, you hold the remote control Playing my body, playing my soul “Don’t Hang Up” — SiriRBHFiZM Five years of ocean between a Brazilian poet in Rio and her Jamaican king in New York. She writes poems at night. He works the late shift. At 3 AM his lunch-break call comes through, and for a little while the Atlantic disappears. They fall asleep on the phone, breathing in the same rhythm. She tells him she’s still awake. It’s late in Rio. She’s thinking of him. He is the only one who loves her like this — wiping the day off her back, kissing her shoulders, keeping her on track when the distance tries to pull her off it. He handles her like he already knows every line. Brooklyn flow. Island heat. She is a Brazilian writer, and he is her favorite line. One day there will be no more counting time. Until then, she only asks for one thing before the static takes the call: Don’t hang up. She’s falling asleep now. Stay on the line🌹