Month: October 2014

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3 Years

Three years ago
and so far away…

I didn’t know you
and that was a shame,

Because all that I’ve seen
and felt since we met:

The best of my life
and we haven’t quit yet.

And so Wednesday will come
and three years will have passed,

Since the night that I met you
and found you at last,

You’ve shown me such wonders
and shared so much love,

I hope you can see
what in us I’m proud of…

The levels we’ve reached,
such heights with such depth…

We’ve lived and we’ve loved;
we’ve laughed and we’ve wept…

We’ve been through this
together
so this toast I am making:

To Aaron and Jason:
three years in the making.

Written by Jason Wright
October 20, 2014

For Aaron,
My partner,
my lover,
my friend,
and the best thing to have ever happened to me
at the best possible moment.

Thank you so much for these three wonderful, wonder filled years and may we have many, many more.

Jason

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Three in the Corner

The game’s winding down
and you’re on the last shot,

The pressure is on
but I know you’re on top,

But maybe you need
just a little more change,

Maybe you need
to try something strange,

The man in the corner
is watching and horny,

They all want your cock
but they know you adore me,

But if I consent
then what happens next?

You wink and I nod
and the boy just wants sex.

You make the next shot
and we three move to leave,

His mouth is down on you
before we can breathe,

He’s horny and skilled
and an artist with wood,

You turn and you kiss me
and you make me feel good,

You moan and it’s over
although I still hunger,

The boy on his knees
seems both bolder and younger,

But he isn’t so selfish
although he’s quite driven,

As he turns to kiss me
and shares what you’ve given.

Written by Jason Wright
October 18, 2014

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INDIGO IS BLUE

He was born in the ocean;
born from the deep,

And from watery cradle
he woke from his sleep,

He climbed to the surface
and drowned in the air,

He died in the light
but did not despair,

He knew in that moment
this was all meant to be,

For the action that killed him
is what set him free.

Written by Jason Wright
October 5, 2014

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The Orange of October

The last time I saw him
was years ago now,

The boy dressed in orange
but got lost in the crowd,

And I wandered off
in the wake of destruction,

And yet I remember
our meeting / seduction.

We danced on that night
then kept dancing for years,

We both lost our minds
and then found them through tears,

We were friends for awhile
then life lined us in chalk,

Perhaps we’re still friends
only now we don’t talk…

We started on top
and I ended on bottom,

The month he was born
was the last that I saw him.

Written by Jason Wright
October 5, 2014

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