Ducati

"Why don't you just call it 'Big Dick'?"

"We can do that....."

She is a gorgeous super street scooter conversion for carrying dough through the streets of hungry Sicily; I am extremely attracted to her chassis. Then again she does not compare to the woman walking with a gentle smile for the lady disguising a fiberglass hide.

This group of men and one woman stare at me as an unknown species; I accept the notion.

"What was I saying again?"

They dismiss us with assurance for the name as grand presentation.

Woman from the theatre tipping a high heeled boot names me Ducati for a spectacular oddity which happens to be me.

"What does that mean?"

"Well.....it's for a special person who has a retractable love making organ. A rather large one."

"Hhhmmmmm........"

I run from the runway into a paved street to catch the glimpse of white roof tops covered with sheets. Everyone is looking at me; possibly black lace or straps of leather, whichever.

"What is this place and what is wrong with those women?"

"They are virgins!!"

After initial first and second glance the villages welcomes me. A handsome double breasted suited man watches me from a tip of blue secrecy; Italy is the land of sensuality. I am dressed as a woman surely they will treat me as such.

"You sit here."

"On this rock?"

No answer; straight integral stares.

"You want me to sit on this rock alone in the dark while you leave me here....."

Nobody, not a torch replies for me; I wonder. Hypnos' deadly wings pass over me; the sun is bluish green. They amaze for me; I stand to be a hero, my shoulders slump with sorrow.

"You must eat potatoes now and no bath for you."

"As long as a gorgeous sensual woman feeds them to me."

"Maybe....."

I bond with rocks and pebbles while we walk; some join my brain.

"What is this place?"

"You stay here in this house with all these women."

"I don't like them."

"Why?"

"They are virgins...."

No sense of humor for the fool's jester.

"What do you want?"

"A sword...."

"I give you a sword."

He hands me a toothpick.

"What is this for?"

"The potatoes...."

They pleasantly arrive by the next sun to see mashed carbohydrates and dirt covering me; the women dissatisfy my temporary oath of celibacy.

"Just take me wherever now I don't care....."

"Very good....."

They blindfold me; I am led into a stairwell below the city of purity. One man speaks while other native tongues discuss my demeanor with scientific phrases and intellectual sharp remarks. I play along with the scheme and act of barbarian skills; I hear a soft voice from a waterfall splash.

"You didn't hurt him did you?"

My filthy vegetable mush self excites; rocks fall out my ears quite literally. I sense a warmly lit bathing area; aquifer clarity awaits currents of passion.

"I need some food."

I am man wearing a Marithe Francis Girbaud black kitty dress; I am hungry.

"We will give you some food!"

"I need a hot girl to feed me the food too! If I cannot have a sword I need a hot girl to feed me off her naked body! If I got to be dirty and blindfolded then at least you can give me that much!"

"We hope she is hot enough for you....."

Italian food is incredible.