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Published on July 10, 2007 By Buddah Moskowitz In Poetry
I stroll the aisle

my poisonous paramours
are all there
smiling and beckoning
“come on, it’s been 17 years”

I swallow hard
but do not look away

approaching slowly
I stroke her neck
and in my reverie
I am swimming in her

taken back years ago
virginal
before responsibility

I put her on my lips
and she offered me the
kiss of life
and I happily reciprocated

but I was an unfaithful lover
and I sucked on
so many others
desperately promiscuous

somewhere
along the way
it just started making me nauseous
but I couldn’t stop

any taste would do
never let the parade end
never mind the hangover

hours turned to days
and days turned to darkness

all the time
I kept chasing that first
orgasmic explosion
that I slowly realized
was never coming again

so I walked away
and I’ve stayed away
for 17 years

but I can’t say
I never looked back.


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Comments
on Jul 15, 2007
'poisonous paramours'... Oh I know so many of those. Some I've been able to give the slip, but others, unfortunately, still have me in their clutches.

Very nice piece, mate.
on Jul 17, 2007
You been reading Johnny again? Motherfucker, wheres book two? Great shit, I loved it. I remember the time too. And I know who you're talking about. And you wear a suit? If they only knew. I keep trying to tell them. Read my latest, brother. Oh yea, keep it in your pants. I love ya,

Johnny
on Jul 18, 2007
17 years of never looking back at your wasteful youth, your first journey into sexuality or 17 years of being with the one you found and never looking back? Either way, good stuff!
on Jul 19, 2007
Actually, its 17 years of no booze -- that's who this is about. Thanks for the kind words.