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The Monster

When we met
you set on fire
as you kissed me
from above.

When we met
you were a liar
and convinced me
of your love.

When I slept
with that imposter
he was always
underhand.

When we met
you were a monster
but I didn’t
understand.

I couldn’t see
the truth
inside deceptive
aching flame.

You couldn’t keep
the proof
of my perspective
from your shame.

A shame
that only blizzards slayed
me tragic
in your eyes.

Like a game
that only wizards play
your magic
was a lie.

I don’t regret
the level
where you spurned me
with your spell.

When we met
you were the devil
and you burned me
with your Hell.

The fire
left its mark
and I’m now
forever changed.

And required
hefty spark
has left me now
deranged.

For now
I understand
but I’m haunted
by the squandered.

For now
you are a man
but I only want
the monster.

Written by Jason Wright
August 8, 2026

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IF ONLY I’D KNOWN…

Before I had grown
and had moved far away.

If I could have known
what you never would say.

I could have watched
and seen all the signs.

Could have hopscotched
and made all the rhymes.

If I knew in youth
that you’d always desert me.

If I knew the truth
then it would not have hurt me.

I would have had fun
and would always be yours.

And I could have cum
more than all of your whores.

Written by Jason Wright
August 9, 2026

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Divisional Shadows

The divisional shadows
of the math we inspire;
derision of prose
by the wrath of desire
has led me astray
like a pawn to your laughter:
send me away
at the dawn of disaster.

Cock crows the call of
this glamor forbidden,
the clock on the wall
is a camera I’ve hidden,
and sight swarms the notion
of friendly portrayal
as light forms the motion
intent on betrayal.

My eyes disappear
as my brain overloads.

Beneath chandelier
I feel drained and exposed.

The world starts to shimmer;
I head to the gallows…

As glimmer of hope
is divided by shadows.

Written by Jason Wright
August 9, 2026

Inspired by a particularly kinky dream I had. It’s also an expanded fragment which began when I started typing words onto a collage for this site:

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The Masochist’s Dream

What I want
on BIRTH / DAY
is to see you undone.

To find worth in fray…
To be there when you cum.

Spending our pleasure
in treasured foul play.

The unending show of
pretending to stray.

In opera of trust
to be played by the playful…

The opera of lust
left us splayed and unfaithful.

These schemes of seduction;
a librettist’s triad…

My dreams of destruction
are the wettest I’ve had.

And as we conspire:
breathless / delusional.

Things I desire:
senselessly usual.

I am your boy
when the handsome and beautiful
leave me destroyed
when you are unsuitable.

Always pretending
to be my sad savior.

A catechist’s cream
is just as astrictory.

Always depending
on their bad behavior…

The masochist’s dream
is so contradictory.

Written by Jason Wright
August 8, 2026

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Ghosts & Demons

The rules were laid clear
before you splayed me bare…

The tools of trade queer
now flayed by despair…

But the truth is I want this
despite contradiction.

I want what I want
despite crucifiction.

I want you to take him;
betrayal provokes me.

The lies in your eyes
between thighs
start to stroke me.

I’m hurt and I thirst
for our innocence lost…

But my lust says to trust you
no matter the cost.

Vlad leads me on
and tells me to trust him.

Daddy come on!
I want you to thrust him!

I want you to prove yourself
more than a pseudonym…

Want you to lose yourself
deep down inside of him!

I’m nothing, remember?
I’m tiny and useless.

Nothing is better
and trying is fruitless.

Be cruel to the child
who wants you to scold him.

Remember I’m wild
until you will hold him.

Remember I love you.
Remember the game.

Remember the truth
and our lies are the same.

Remember that you
are both sexy and wanted.

Remember the truth:
I’m a ghost to be haunted.

Remember you need this.
Remember I care.

Remember beneath this
I’m needing to share.

Remember as night ends
that demons controlled me.

Remember that I will then
need you to hold me.

Written by Jason Wright
February 27, 2019

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Redacted (A.K.A. Experiment #001)

Experiment #001 is blonde,
purely fictional,
musical
and a deeply hungry bottom.

Nothing wrong with that.

He has broken no laws
and this investigator finds that
he has shattered no expectations;
we have a pretty low bar here.

He arrives promptly
for down low dirty sort of movie watching,
needing and twitching
to satisfy carnal cravings
for satisfying chemical sex.

He inhales Jungle Juice
like it’s an oxygen tank,
allowing him to swim
through seas of endlessly
horny barebackers while never returning to
(and never delivering more than)
the shiny deceptive surface.

He forgets why he is there
and must be reminded
that he will not be taking
multiple cocks at once
during this session;
an apparent rarity for him: how quaint.

He says he feels sorry
for the “drunken dickless loser faggot”
and wishes for his inclusion…
be it from actual decency
or merely his endless thirst…
a question that is never truly answered.

His sorrow does not prevent him
from wolfing down various white substances,
although this investigator suspects
he may never return to the scene of this non-crime,
as even thusly fed,
he appeared to be suffering from withdrawal.

Recommendation:

Suspension of Experiment #001
until such time as he is recaptured. Until
such time as he rejoins the other experiments
we must find new test subjects.

Our mission is crucial
and must not be circumvented.

Written by Jason Wright
October 2, 2018

For Matt, with affection.

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Playoff

I deal out desire;
invite a new player.

Conceal and conspire
in light of betrayer.

I match and he scores
as he breaks all the rules…

As I catch on all fours
an outbreak of fools.

He tells him
he’s lonely;
I “can’t understand”.

He tells him
I’m only
a shell of a man.

He sells
controversy
to man who would take him.

He tells him
he’s thirsty
and I cannot slake him.

He whimpers and sighs
and admires our plunder.

He whispers these lies
to inspire my hunger.

He lays out the shame
that I’m hot to defray.

He plays out the game
that I’ve taught him to play.

Written by Jason Wright
August 22, 2018

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The Strain

One year ago tonight
you whispered
into my unhearing ears

with the flick of your tongue
across my lover’s desperate flesh

over oceans of thought, fear and lust
you joined that which was mine
while never knowing or desiring
my anatomy.

You, who knew not
to be yourself
except reflected in strange foreign eyes
which we have separately drowned in,
we have shared that beautiful body.

I am nothing to you
but an invisible partner
who plagues not your existence,
a ghost that is haunted
by tiny little deaths
which interred you both
on sweet Budapest fabrics
to the strains of Porgy and Bess.

You were musical phrases
that created a distinct melody
of an already exotic piece,
a hunger I may yet understand
but will never truly experience.

That night I was lost in your tonal pattern,
deafened by an overwhelming silence
which inspired want and hatred,
pity and indifference,
a longing that may never be satiated.

I say “your”
though the stress was not singular –
it was a harmony
that brought me to tears,
tore at my soul & ripped me apart,
boiling me down to my essence.

You were a crucible
by which all fear was melted away,
an intersection in which,
by way of paradox,
he and I were joined in honest surrender,
a yielding so keen
that it’s wounding pleasure
healed the breach,
sealed the rift,
and eased the strain
until nothing could keep us apart.

Written by Jason Wright
June 25, 2018

For Zsolt Krasznár & Aaron Sanko

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Dichotomy of Need

His scruffy messages
shock and blindside me,

Anger
Betrayal
and his cock inside me,

Still makes me cum harder
than bland romance…

Passionate game played out
through this dance
we tango together:
discover and spark…

We reach for the light
as we dance in the dark.

Written by Jason Wright
August 29, 2017

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Black Lake

Aching for him in
cyber-hereafter,
Waiting is cruel when
aroused by his laughter,
Innocence twisted
to meet my demands,
My lover handled
by innocent hands
committing a crime
of passion and craving,
He thinks that he kills me
but my life he’s saving,
It’s my lust that drives him
and corners him here,
He has no idea
that I’m not sincere,
He thinks me a victim
or thinks me a fool,
He’s only a pawn
providing me fuel
to achieve the experience
of realized fantasy…
Transcending world
through beautiful tragedy.

Written by Jason Wright
August 5, 2017

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