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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460747" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>0286 Aircrew Stopover</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As you walk out of the palatial marble foyer<br>of the refurbished four-star hotel<br>where the ‘front desk’ is a healthy walk away<br>from the discreetly supervised, invisibly recorded entrance, <br>there they are lined up waiting for their transport –<br>the airline crew</div><div style="margin:10px 0">immaculate, fresh, custom-fit navy uniforms, <br>neat to ad-sleek hair, those crisp, jaunty neck-scarves<br>which are forever 1950s and band-box-fresh New World, <br>they are lined up like some Sultan’s Weekly Choice <br>for your inspection. Air Caribbean, can they be? <br>They line up in some informally formal<br>(isn’t that the ideal for a reassuring cabin crew?) <br>hierarchy – at the front the quietly heroic captain, <br>(do firm shaved aftered jaws and distant eyes come with the job?) <br>then the other cockpit crew; and down the line<br>the cuties. The last ‘dusky beauty’ is jail-bait young..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">so as you pass this line-up, dressed for duty but just waiting, <br>but so alert, fifteen pairs of bright eyes check you out professionally, <br>and you them…<br>you and these smart pleasers have shared the hotel overnight<br>and you never knew… And the fantasies of lust are here paraded –<br>do their eyes linger on you just that extra microsecond, <br>as if – can it be – they’re thinking just the same thought as you? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So for a second, secure in the luxury of the untouchable, <br>you, they, look full-on, hungry, at each other… and as you walk away, <br>the barest, barest of backward glances transform the line<br>into the cast of a lustfilled airport inflight mile-high<br>discardable paperback<br>awaiting your wildest best-selling fantasies<br>on the crowded grubby train-ride home</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q>
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