BALD JASON'S GAY GOTH BOY BLOG
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The fools set out to screw;
begetting shrugs
they crawl to lust.
The rules set out were few
and yet on drugs
they fall to dust.
By midnight conversation
linguist dick ensconced
ashamed.
Backbite cuck castration
masochistic angst
inflamed.
Muted by the terror;
aching spasms with aplomb!
Wounded by the error:
taking Adam to The Prom.
Written by Jason Wright
February 27, 2019
After all of night’s magic
has faded away,
dwindling down to nothing
but the glisten of dew
beneath the cool dawning sun,
that cruel spray of light
will rip lovers apart.
For when lovers
cease to be enraptured,
fumbling toward clothing
endowed with doubt,
laced with fear,
rejection and shame…
all the night’s magic
fades like a dream
and haunts us
for the rest of our days…
Even those who we cannot remember.
Written by Jason Wright
February 23, 2019