Captian Stokes (354 hits)
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Submitted by Mike <mike.elias17.at.gmail.com> (View user info) at 2006-05-17 00:04:12 EDT
Look at that hair, and fiesty eyes
Peeking out from underneath a captain's cap.
A hardened gaze, a stoic smirk
Hints at muffled mischief.
Sure in her stride and
With fuck in her hips,
Although she's taught to mask it.
She's stubborn.
But I like that.
Is she really a pilot?
She flies, and plays around
Pulling more or fewer Gs.
God help her enemies.
An opus here, a poem there
She's really a composer.
Teasing and testing the world
One mission,
One nice, deep, belly-bloating breath at a time.
She loves her job, but now
She's done for the day.
Would she like to play?
Her hat glides off and curvilinear volumes
Bounce against her cheeks.
Luscious stuff.
Life returns to her eyes as
Her stressors linger lifeless in a hangar.
And after all the floating flips and
Stiffened hips,
She's a babe.
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Submitted by ubetidid (user info) at 2006-05-17 12:28:42 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by TheRocketeer (user info) at 2006-05-17 09:13:38 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by Stagger_Lee (user info) at 2006-05-17 04:29:46 (#)
Ranking: -1
Typo in the title didn't exactly help.
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Gee, thanks. Cunt.
Submitted by Stagger_Lee (user info) at 2006-05-17 04:29:46 EDT (#)
Ranking: -1
Typo in the title didn't exactly help.
Submitted by darko (user info) at 2006-05-17 01:05:08 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
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