Passenger plane is flying high,
a pretty woman on seat nearby
is smelling good - a tasty pie! 

Racing heart and throat is dry,
as elbows touch on the sly,
flowing heat in full supply. 

Wandering hands start to ply,
they settle down amid a sigh,
on something soft - her silky thigh. 

Silent glance, a pleading try
seeks consent, "Please can I"?
With impish eyes and smile so shy,
she nods to say, "Let them lie". 

What next? Don't mean to pry,
but a telltale spot on the fly…