The Flight Attendant

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