aerospace and love

 

Mars Pilot

At a space port on the Moon something happened

A shuttle pilot went for a meal after a long flight from Mars

He stopped in the canteen for Indian curry and chips

While there he saw his ex lover who said Hi

He sat with her and ate his food while she gamed

She was an avid gamer and got many credits from it

No words were said and the pilot finished eating

He sat there waiting for her to speak but she remained quiet

He mentioned his flight and she just grunted

Then he got his radio and dialled in his new lover

She picked up and they started talking about the new war

On Earth North and South were fighting in another silly war

A different pilot came in from a Jupiter mission

This one greeted the ex who she smiled and waved

The Jupiter pilot sat down and ate his own meal

The Mars pilot kept talking to his new love interest

His ex got up and joined the other shuttle pilot!

They immediately made small talk and were close

By comparison his ex was cold to him

Even if she said they were friends it was crap

She never radioed him or made conversation

Or joked or shared personal details or more

And here she was with the other pilot doing all that!

The Mars pilot remained sitting alone ignoring them

He continued his call for minutes then got up and left

He never looked back and shut them from his mind

His flirts with his new lover were going just fine…

 

 

 

 

Old Opposites

It is time to let go and move on. Like the F4 pilot now flying an F15. He still yearns for that old jet. It was a legend. Yet his Eagle will be an even greater legend than his beloved Phantom. It's the same with gals. The same pilot still loves and remembers his old flame. Even though he met a new one. The old one says Hi to him but ignores him and is cold. She sits with her friends laughing and joking. Totally the opposite of how she treats the pilot. He feels sad and tries to move on. He thinks of planes and his Eagle and his new lover. Life has moved on and isn't too bad. Yet he still misses you know who. She maybe old and small just like an F4 when compared to the Eagle. That modern Eagle plane unlike anything before or since. Like his new galfriend is unlike his ex. So why does he miss and still love the old lover? When he has a new younger lover who rocks and rolls with the best of them? The same as his love for the Phantom compared to the Eagle. Talk about comparisons. Both totally valid. He was aware of the old elements not being worse than the newer ones. Far from it. His ex was still potent and alluring. The F4 could still kick butt. If only it as clear cut like night and day. He would focus on his new gal and just adore the Eagle. Had his ex gotten into his head on purpose? Just like those cool lines of the old F4 jet. Why was it like that? He needed a night with his new lover and to fly his F15 balls to the wall and get both his ex and the old F4 out of his system for good.

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Meet Frank Quartz

 

Meet Frank Quartz

I am Frank Quartz. I am just me. I am a man from Europe. Not from any country in particular. I have a few friends and all are interesting people. They are, well, my friends. I’m not sure what you would think of them. I like them and trust them as they do me. They are in my life for a reason. All things happen for a reason. Like when I met my ex-galfriend Amy in work. We were together for two and a half years and were fine till she left me. We are still friends but fight like cat and dog. There are no issues except my moods and that she left me.

 

Life moves on. I met a bisexual lover called Tony. He sucks a mean chopper. His cock was small and mine was bigger. He thought I had a big cock and asked to see it. I guess it was the bulge in my Speedo swimming trunks. The bulge grew bigger when he said Hi and rubbed my inner thighs! His hand was soon caressing my cock and down my trunks. We went over to the harbor wall and he wanked and sucked me dry. Later that day I took him out to a bar. We drank ate and then had sex on the beach. I never do anal or take it but am fine with mutual wanking and being sucked off. I don’t suck though. We were together three months then he ghosted me.

 

After that I met several gals who were lovers and confidantes. I needed someone to talk about my battle service. They lent me their ears and bodies. A fine time it was. Life slowly moves on. I have bad moods. This was why Amy and I fought as friends. I give a good fight both in the ring and with words. It can be hard knowing when to stop. Especially when being a walking weapon like I am. I try to be one of the grey people. Being noticed is no good. You understand.

 

My name Frank Quartz is named after Frankenstein and the quartz crystals. I was called Frankenstein as a kid due to my long head. Years later I got into goth subculture and never looked back. The quartz rocks are from pebbles on the mountains where I used to hike before. All is part of my life. Like my hands and feet.

 

For a job I’m a waiter in a bar. I do a couple of hours per day. I’m ok at it but not an expert. It keeps me busy and gets me out of my small rented house. I meet people and have good conversations. I meet varied people from fishermen to artists to drivers. All part of the local scene as I am. Some move about like me. The work is seasonal and varied. I spend Winter in Southern Europe. My home country is cold and I don’t like that. It affects my bones. An ailment from my service long ago.

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