You come back
from the loo
shiny shiny shoes
Air hostess hat
perches upon
your head at
a jaunty angle.
I notice
that you smile.
I notice
too
you are
(‘cept for hat and shoes)
very...eh...naked!
You take me through
all the usual procedures
tell me that the exits are
here here & here
but that they
are all
securely locked
and that there is no escape
from your lust.
I gasp
as you inflate your Mae West
turn off
the light
little candles
light up the way to the bed.
You inform me
that if you are too much
for me
an oxygen mask
will fall
from the headboard
of your canopied bed.
“Now, is there anything else
you enquire politely
“that I can get you? ”
“Coffee...tea...me? ”
“A stiff
drink! ”
I hear my voice
almost an octave
higher
coming in to land on
Cloud 9!
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Donall, I was about to write about the stweardess! :)) Really, i am not kidding. A very attractive image from the air! Bravo to you! You penned this so well - 'with all the usual procedures' -)) Great