|Dream Flight - a poem by Rajiv Lather
Passenger plane is flying high,
a pretty woman on seat nearby
is smelling good - a tasty pie!
Racing heart and throat is dry,
as elbows touch on the sly,
flowing heat in full supply.
Wandering hands start to ply,
they settle down amid a sigh,
on something soft - her silky thigh.
Silent glance, a pleading try
seeks consent, "Please can I"?
With impish eyes and smile so shy,
she nods to say, "Let them lie".
What next? Don't mean to pry,
but a telltale spot on the fly…
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