O, Airplane Paula’s gotta lotta move
Slides outta her seat with a snakeskin smooth
Maraschino mouth painted para-normal
Some call her fast, but she’s noted for her slink
Silky saliva and conchy mink
O Sweet Mama what a Ouija wink
Make you sink like hell
Ruffles ring the breasts of a Stealth shell belle
Blue jeans neatly torn and they’re trapeze-tight
She’s a 007 martini on a mavis night
With a twist of jalapeno
She’s a hothouse palomino
If she sang the solo-me-o
She’d bring you to your knee-o
And you’d want to pay mucho
La muchacha del noche, imbroglio
O, she’s a Friday-the-13th flight
Alright!

Airplane Paula waves a fan dance plume
Her nine-inch nails dig a Cleopatra tomb
Disco user friendly with a belly pierced for love
Biohazard blonde, forty thousand feet above
Supersonic post-bionic aerosolly hair
She’s the lip stream dreamstress
Where Jackals only dare
She stirs her shadow drink in a shifty flagrant flare
With a petrified swizzle that’s the boner of a bear
Out there, out there
Make you razz-ma-tazz
She’d melt the steely bars of Alcatraz
She’s a G-force vulva volt
Join the dots space jolt
Mythy-astro-disiac
Mass created maniac

And I’m sittin’, beside her
YEA!

©Sheri-D Wilson
Girl’s Guide to Giving Head, Arsenal Pulp Press (1996)