Belonging to the Mile-High Club is I believe considered an expensive achievement of sexual satisfaction. Was inspired after reading an article on the demand for bookings to write this.
Mile-High Fling. (E)
Book me for no lover's high flight.
Sky heights only serve
To bolster my female reserve
In fast sky-flings so please don't invite.
I need no flying incentive.
No pill or potion
Or plane could fashion emotion,
Nor make me more passion attentive.
Give me no truck with love's playthings.
Amusing, these toys,
But prove only to sort men from boys.
Such foibles cause misunderstandings.
My plain taste for amour will stay straight.
No ropes or spankings
Would make me comply, and frankly,
Books could not teach me to tease or bait.
Only a Club that puts soul-mates first
Would warmly render
Me fit for natural surrender,
And for that I need no flight rehearsal.
I feel replete and fly free without planes.
With my feet grounded,
Amid love's earthy sensuous sounds
I soar skyhigh, - - again and again.
I know where you are coming from, but, variety is the spice as they say. So a little adventure every now and then? lol A soul high club though, you're right there, now wouldn't that be something?
OOOO LA LA!
Ah. :)
Wow Fay!!! You could give lessons!!! What a perfectly charming take on all things sexual and sweet!!!
very fond of this one and especially the last two stanzas. a good write. thanks for giving. thanks for your encouraging comments. regards, john
bravo Fay...a soul-mates club would be so much more excting , excellent as always in your imagery and flow.
oh fay so well said passion is from inside
some hot stuff here Fay! very passion-filled write ~~