Confusing DILF picture
adds layer of lust
to bruising filth mixture;
betrayer of trust
who back in the past
when present was future,
through lack of the ask
cast gent as abuser.
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Doctored exuberance
from strangest of men.
I was awkward pubescence
and patience by then.
My doctor was present
which deftly he used.
Doctor was pleasant
which left me confused.
More than one patient;
Jason inside me.
More than one statement
was latent inside me.
And doctor was plural;
what’s quizzically true
is that doctor was neural
but physical too.
More than one practice.
More than one patient.
More than one mattress.
More than one Jason.
Deranged dereliction
of duty imbued
with strange contradictions
that strangely are true.
Innocent action
or wholly obscene?
Fact that this fraction
unholy was clean.
With no penetration
in sterile space.
And no abdication
of crime or disgrace.
With no policed questions
the proctors undress me.
Priests at confessions;
the doctors molest me.
Doctors are judged
through initial neurology.
The awkward begrudged
judicial apology.
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And DILF in the picture
looks back from the past
and I am not injured
but was I the last?
And was I the only
or was I just lucky?
With no testimony
at least I’m not bloody.
Written by Jason Wright
August 12, 2019
