..Always A Woman To Me..

Been away too long from my lonesome desk. Been away far too long from the guitar that waits for me in the corner, when I get back every evening. Been away way too long from the safari that enjoys me as much as I enjoy her… Been away too long from life…

Why?

Ahh!!! Flying the lady you see. I have been flying aircraft for almost 27 years now. An aeroplane is always referred to as being feminine, since one needs to handle them gently and with utmost care and affection. Over the years “She” has won me over too.

She has this effect on me as if there was never anyone else. No other woman mattered as much as this ageless belle. Its so untrue... there were others, but she makes it feel as if she was always the one with an arm around me... the willing woman. She has a way with me. She undoes everything else, everyone else did or does. She is the witch that haunts me, the bitch that taunts me, the stitch that saves me, the hitch that won’t leave me, the ditch that lobs me… the niche that finds me. 

Something romantic, loving, wanting, touching, kinky… just near enough so she can cling to me like I cling to her. Every morning when I want her she is there, fresh, full, waiting…almost wantin. For she knows she is the chosen one… almost sniggering at the others who don’t hold my fancy no more. Every morning… imagine. 

She pardons me for my not keeping a date, hardens me to face another day, puts up a face to save mine, acts up to show who is in charge, weeps so I take her up, cajoles me to keep at it, yanks me if I can’t keep up, demands that I twist and turn her...

...She is always a woman to me…