They are sunflowers in yellow, when you board the flight and turn into pea-cockish as the flight commences. Whao!! There is no place like heaven, when they work their wonders on you. So messmerising. As i set my eyes on them, a new range of pickup lines hit me, 1 2 3 , and they keep hitting me like the shot gut bullet has given way to the deadly pellets. Random and everywhere.
All this while i was in the hay, and hey you make my day, gay!!
I never knew i was on a high until i saw you!
My memory is as volatile as chemistry's equations can be. And so have gone my lines with the cabin crew.
Can i wake up like this every morning.. With you you and you..
Pushing the limits with their hospitality and courtesy and all adjectives that are apt here and out of the dicktionary (perverts permeate) , i jusdt cant stop myself from thinking about them, on and off the flight:)
How can you picture this?? They are like the most exotic plans in the botanical garden(perverts permeate). I can challenge Heaven and strike a deal with the keepers freezing the moments and asking them if they have better offers there.
Speaking about freezing, Time freezes in their presence and let me clarify how it happens, Its like the seconds hand of your biological clock jumps out in excitement and lost wandering hazily out of the clock, lost in her hazy-cozies, dreamy.
I want to say a lot but my eyelids just dont believe in this reality any longer and is waiting to shut down any moment to simply lose myself in the voila , fading memories.......
