Visible Panty Lines on My Mind

I saw you on the
flight today

Your Visible Panty Lines,
VPLs, I do notice

Bag too heavy, overhead
you stretch and struggle

I should help you
But you know what

Bikini sighting
Lines outlining

Three inch band
Round tight ass

Dress rising
as you cram it

Oh, shouldn’t I
Be helping

Then you turn to
reach above me

Legs spread; arms rise
Luggage lifted; Body open

Frontal view
Stares into me

Only eight inches there
between us

Now you squeeze
Right next to me

Then you make - one last call
Out of time before you know it

Not so loving or successful
Quiet whispers

Not quit tears
Face though shows it

We smile, chat
About the usual

But there is more
my mind to know

Does that husband
Do you justice

Are you partner
Or just a trophy

There for looks; not your mind
Opinions valued or just decided?

He romances the mind, body;
Or worst yet, neither

Does he listen, care; ask and talk
Or just walk his own path

Are you first class, business class,
Or just coach, or the baggage

Now that’s too heavy
Let us change this subject

Here’s our beverage
And a snack

“Here I’ll take your trash”
those breasts and nipples - they’re terrific

Did you get it
Just last night; my mind perverts

Oral, anal,
and the basics, I do picture

Did you scream and
Did you holler

Did you squeeze as
It bellows

Did you kiss and
spoon there after

Or did you roll
To each their own

Oblivious to your VPLs
And this poem of mine

this plane now lands
with my thoughts for you.