FLIGHT MASTER

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JOURNAL #22

glorious stimulation

heed my beckoned cry

take me to your erotic heavens

maneuver me so lovingly

through your sight filled sky

the ribbons of such beautiful release

with our clothes

whispers gently to the floor

in your mental hands

I heave

I buck

I moan

I tense up suddenly

and then I fly

all at your alluring sensuous requests

know

I would if I could cuddle you to my erupting

core

that's no lie

to have known such a riveting and creative mind

I've truly been blessed

now

step out of that damn computer screen

and make love to a girl properly

why

but damn I'll bet you're one hell of a  pilot

with all that aimed focus and control

so excuse me

if while in my chair

I squirm..............

(Oct. 31, 1999)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

a very nice fantasy I conjured up and then wrote about.

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