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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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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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Doctored Raffle

I live unencumbered
then fall in black hole…

As he gives him his number
I lose all control…

He hands him his ticket;
he smiles at spouse…

I should feel quite different;
instead I’m aroused…

I should call this off
like any adult…

He turns head and coughs
as he gives him results…

I’m awkward;
can’t move;
the swinger has spoken…

The play doctor grooves
as winner is chosen.

Written by Jason Wright
September 19, 2019

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For Jason Must Not Know

Guess what, he winks, on my behalf;
as if he’s making sense.

That’s what he thinks as others laugh;
a joke at my expense.

He splays my shame in masquerade
to secretly aggrieve me.

He plays the game; a grand charade
to tease me and deceive me.

His tongue betrays me through the haze;
he’s yours to fuck again.

He’s hungry for your touch
but then again we’re only friends.

That’s what he calls me to my face;
more poison jokes to harm me.

The man, he calls with no disgrace;
more noise in clokes to charm me.

He’s tongue & whore & blush;
he tries to have you all his own.

He’s young & yours & rush;
he lies to have you in our home.

He’s hung & scores & riots now
more chastened afterglow.

He’s sprung his sword & quiet now
for Jason must not know.

Written by Jason Wright
August 3, 2019

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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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PROM QUEEN

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

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Heroic Duplicity

I try to conspire
to knock your socks off,

I lie to liars
to get our rocks off,

They think I’m not strong
but I’m really a freak,

I prey on the wrong
who savage the weak,

I ravage the monsters
within my deception,

They feed my hunger
for pain and erections.

Written by Jason Wright
January 23, 2019

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Not My Doormat

Off to Carol’s
in the haunted overcast imagery,
less shrouded by last night’s events –
unexpected, satisfying & yet
slightly disappointing.

Last night’s well planned RASH decisions,
with liquor, amyl nitrite and a lover’s hookup who’s
“too pure to be pink”…

Too kind.

Too sweet
to feed the craving dark.

Happy for them.
Completely unthreatened.
But afraid I may never find
what I seek.

Written by Jason Wright
October 2, 2018

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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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