Wednesday, September 17, 2008

The Pecker Tales

The weather looks threatening and I feel cold and numb. I’ve forgotten what it feels like to have a warm body besides me, cosseting me from the cold, holding me tight, and lulling me into paradise. My desires are anything but carnal; its just that “touch” which makes all the difference. With every minute as the night goes more darker and colder the more I crave, long, and pine for that warm presence.


Pretty faces have ceased to hold my pecker up, I’ve almost forgotten its existence, and it remains dormant on better occasions. No regrets though. There’s nothing extraordinary about owning a pecker and its more likely to shame you with a public erection. Those episodes are now passé for me, and when people discuss it, my eyes have a lot of rolling to do.


But the old city seems to have refined my life to a large extent. No cigarettes, no alcohol, and no random sex, its life in a brand new package and I’m still unwrapping its multicolored gifts. I’m astonished at my savings, and how a simple act of not indulging in sex has brought down my worry quotient.


One of my work mates actually said, “ dude you need a Viagra.” He thinks I’m yet to be a ‘deflowered guy’, and keeps saying things like, before age comes calling, and the spirit starts drooping, I need to throw my seed on as much soil as possible. Poor fella even tried to arrange a date for me and I acted so cold that the chick thought I was a psycho or something, and I allowed her to toy with that idea for sometime before taking leave. And off late I’ve grown allergic to girls in jeans. You may call me an MCP but I cant help it.


The curtains have begun to flutter and the wind’s howling outside. It strangely reminds me of that dusky girl I saw at the bus stand today, trying to cross a puddle; careful not to smear her salwar, lifting it a little, as much as propriety allowed her and then crossing it with much elegance as a handful of peckers looked on.


You think I still need a Viagra?

Current music. Breaking the habit ( Linkin Park )
Current mood. Pining

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