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The Last Flight~
Down the aisle of the metal tube,
She walked with her luscious long legged stride.
All eyes into her but she wasn’t saying a word,
What she offered instead was a palpable force
Fighting back a pleasant shiver swaying her lips.
Offering an alluring smile, confident and assuring.
Her charm swiftly vanished with a natural grace of a woman,
She sat with legs crossed and feeling her silk stockings clad
Her weary soul greedily soaked up the unsolicited attention.
There’s a bit of otherness inside herself, yet it’s the same.
She wonders if anyone could ever decipher the script on her face.
She waited for the last call that would signal descent.
Mesmerized by the night sky and the city lights
From thirty seven thousand feet without blinking, heart bleeding.
The end of the flight has come. For now, she’s out of the metal tube.
Copyright@CrisSp~TM / 03-2016. Read me: "The heart of my soul speaks to the soul of my heart by writing." ~
Did you know?
Research indicates that people fall in love with flight attendants at first sight more than any other professions. :) Source: randomfacts.com
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