The Flight Attendant
Always upon the last leg of the day
She picked someone to come over and play
Today she picked her mark almost right away
He had a chiseled chin and eyes of gray
She sized him up and felt a warm rush
As she imagined things that made her blush
She stalked and dreamed so skillfully
Till her bonnet was buzzing like an angry bee
There was something about the thrill of the chase
That intoxicated her and made her heart race
And as they flew she could barely wait
To see if he would finally take the bait
Grooming her mark with a flirtatious touch
Coming on to him a little but not too much
And now as the plane started its decent
She leaned in close so he could catch her scent
Handing him the note; Broadmore St., house #463
If you want to come over and play with me
She was young, free, and independent
A confident and sexy Flight Attendant