Expressions passed

Between our eyes

For words were meaningless

When the waves of sin

Blinded our vision

She indicated me towards the washroom

I followed her

After a while

Most of the passengers were asleep

For it was past midnight

Her audacity in spite of being in her airhostess uniform

Tightened the excitement

Stripping her pantie

I cradled her on my hips

It was clumsy

Considering the paltry space of the washroom

And with the motion of the plane

But we managed to quench

The rising need of the flesh

In the celestial space.

©LR