Mile-High Amour.
Book me for no one-night Love flight,
sky-heights only serve to bolster my girlish reserve
as quick-flings to me never looked right.
I need no Mile-High incentive,
no pill or potion or passenger-brews for emotion
that makes me more passion-attentive.
Force me to use no fore-play things
amusing as toys but only to sort the men from boys
and causing gross misunderstandings.
My amour-taste is plainly for straight,
no chains or spankings make me comply, frankly
nothing could teach me to tease or bait.
Find me a Club that puts Love first
where tenderness renders me fit for surrender
for then I never need any rehearsal.
Winging replete to another plane
with feet grounded by desire\'s earthy sounds
soars me to bliss again and again.
Show me dimensions where soul
contacts heart and breaks records for more
reasons than only few moments.
Mile-High one-flight guys who like
such delights never quench my kind of thirst,
this girl prefers long-term love life.