I wake and I dream you
exploring attraction…
I writhe / slide inside you
to devise satisfaction…
I fear my own lust
as I yearn for betrayal…
I paint you the saint
to my martyred portrayal…
I cast you as monster
and victim and savior…
I need your desire
your “tricked him” behavior…
I need my destruction
amid controversy…
Your sex exploration
as castration mercy…
We’re two of a kind;
two sides of a whole…
We appear to surrender;
we’re both in control…
But the threat of deception
is cocaine and candy…
The thrill of perception
like a thought vigilante…
Wanders my brain
as it makes sex connections…
And leaves me deprived
of good sense or erections.
Written by Jason Wright
January 10, 2018
