34,050 Feet

34,050 feet above the sea,
In a plane just you and me.

With pilot unaware and no stewardess aboard;
Your heated glance hit mine, and the passion soared.

Which section should we start in? Your eyes seemed to question,
Glancing at the lavatory I initiated the lewd suggestion.

Cocking an eyebrow you flashed that colgate smile,
I knew positioning would be one heck of a trial.

We got to the door, you opened it with a kick,
I contemplated in wonder how you'd perform this next trick.
You squeezed us both in and lifted up my hips,
before I could blink you’d set loose your engorged tip.
You flashed me a quick wink and slammed me against the wall,
made me moan, thrash, and gasp, made me give you my all.
We exited the restroom in a sexual flush,
you whispered in my ear but you didn’t make me blush.
We made our way up the aisle and sexed in both second and first class,
you were the first member of my mile but would you be my last?
Probably not, as I’ve a few men at home,
every one of them swearing at you to leave me the hell alone.
Like a dream you’d be gone in just a little while,
but the memory lives on and I can still see the flash of that wicked smile.
I woke up with a gasp passengers all around,
we were in fact 34,050 feet above ground.

2-28-2014

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