Elliott Bowe The Drunken Poet Poet Free verse

Flying First Class

On a plane.
                                           Erotic affair in the cockpit.
                                                   Sacred merging,
                                            intensified by turbulence.

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Elliott Bowe The Drunken Poet April 28, 2012 at 9:51 AM LOL I am glad all of you enjoyed this poem.xoxoxo

Terry L. Allen April 28, 2012 at 2:14 AM I guess the plane was on autopilot. MMMM the mile high club ? ? Huggs TLee

Sara Kendrick April 27, 2012 at 4:25 PM Those thoughts are very scary..If I ever go in an airplane somewhere all I will be able to think about will be this poem..Sara

Harry Horsman April 27, 2012 at 10:28 AM if only, like this Elliot, and the message. harry

Tina Rossman April 27, 2012 at 12:39 AM first class must be greeaaatttt.

Brenda Victoria Northeast April 26, 2012 at 9:24 PM Cleverly written Elliott, Blessings, bren : )