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Afraid of desire
admitted and costly,
Albeit in whispers
of words spoken softly,
Enacted in moments
of uncertain pleasure,
Confused by reactions
of others unfettered,
By reason or choice
by manipulation,
To play the long game
I must not be impatient,
Yet I want it all
and I want it all now,
I must lay claim
to all I’ve disavowed.
Written by Jason Wright
August 4, 2017
He turns to reveal
the pass he has made,
So bad he’s made Vlad
stand erect without aid,
And we wait for response
as I yearn for the trade…
The words go unheard
but once read they degrade.
That’s what I needed.
That’s what I wanted.
I need to be teased.
I need to be taunted.
I need to be damaged
and drowned in their piss.
But in losing the game
I am winning in bliss.
But it’s more than just that;
it’s more complicated…
It’s more than a need
to be masturbated.
The rules are a treasure;
a pleasure inflamed…
When we must explore…
Our lives and more…
We gamble and score
in the shame we call game.
Written by Jason Wright
July 26, 2017
Every time you aren’t here
and a question is raised,
Each new innovation
has left me quite dazed,
But you are a man
who deserves to be praised,
So forgive
if you live
with a man who’s quite crazed.
The last couple nights
have been harder than most,
Filled with hard choices
that have killed me almost,
Of course it’s been hardest
because we’re not close,
You are the man
that I love the most.
The needs that you crave
are beyond existential,
I love you and want
what for you is essential,
Just keep me informed;
let’s keep it sequential…
And I’ll see you achieve
your greatest potential.
These changes are drastic;
for me they are vast,
They affect how I feel
and that can’t be bypassed,
It’s like losing my mind
when it happens so fast…
But then my love for you
struggles through
unsurpassed.
This drama of interludes
laced with profanity,
It may seem pathetic
or a fault of my vanity,
In falling for you
I have found my humanity,
And we all know that
falling in love is insanity.
Continue to tell me your
needs without fear,
You confound
and astound me
but let me be clear…
You arouse
which allows
and endows me with cheer,
And I lose my mind
every time you are near.
Written by Jason Wright
June 27, 2017
I know you’ve been bad
and I know you’re unhappy.
I know that I love you
and I want you badly.
I’m asking the question
I must ask you sadly:
Not sure who you are…
but are you my Daddy?
You look like him, sure,
and the smile’s the same.
But his smiles were toys
and our love was the game.
His insides were broken;
said I’m not to blame…
But I’m frightened that Daddy
will leave out of shame.
Now bathe me in piss
and spank me with lust,
You feed me betrayal
that hardens my thrust,
I am roused by your lies
and I know it’s fucked up…
Daddy
is the only man
that I trust.
But if that’s who you are
and you still want to play,
With sticks and with balls
(and I don’t mean croquet)
I’m frightened that Daddy
will lie when he strays…
And frightened that we can’t survive
in this phase.
How many licks must I take
to be dutiful?
How many pricks must you slake?
It’s inscrutable.
Answer.
Be strict; not inexcusable.
How many dicks will it take
to be beautiful?
I know you don’t know
and I know you’re deserving
of much more respect
but the pain keeps reverting…
Forgive me,
this mess
can be disconcerting.
This is how children behave
when they’re hurting.
Written by Jason Wright
June 26, 2017