LITTLE BLUE PILL
by Graffiti Poet I'm still having sex in me fifties I never imagined I would, just the thought of two old people at it once would have curdled my blood. Now that that age is upon me I still need the good loving touch, of a woman who says she adores me but lately I haven't had much. When I think back to when I was twenty how I often made love with my wife, 'til along came a dog and two children that sort of took over our live. By thirty she'd invested in plastic it proved a reliable friend, for me and my twice monthly duties that Rabbit had signalled the end. By forty she'd up and she'd left me for a waiter the age of our son, she'd found a young toy boy to play with and gone for some fun in the sun. Rather than dwell on my sorrows or cry in my beer late at night, I decided to try on-line dating well I'd only a profile to write. Quite soon I was chatting to someone and I offered to take her for tea, my wit and my charm were still working because she couldn't wait to agree. That night as I lay on my pillow strange notions popped into my head, it had been such a time since I used him I wondered if Percy was dead. Well I showed him a picture of Lulu and one of a girl in a basque, I tickled and tug and I teased him but he just wasn't up to the task. I begged and I prayed and I pleaded and I hoped to get any response, my god was a bleedin disaster he never responded not once. I went to the doctors next morning embarrassed and blushing was I, he listened, all knowing, then added take these mate and give 'em a try. We met on the seafront that Sunday and we both had a whale of a time, as the sun set beyond the horizon I offered to take her to mine. The moment of truth was upon me then I could tell from the glint in her eye, as my boxers fell down round my ankles old Percy had reached for the sky. We both fell asleep so contented after we'd done it again and again, she must have thought she'd hit the jackpot and found the most virile of men. The lesson to learn if there is one is that at fifty it's possible still, to make love every day like a Rabbit with the help of that Little Blue Pill.
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