He stops for the man
who is married to dread
and he tops for that man
who is buried in bed
he doesn’t confess this
just gives me his mixture
to soothe and undress with
dishonest elixir
which damns us together
in lust and veracity
stranded forever
in thrust haunted chastity
you envy this bleakness
where no one consoles me
Men need their secrets
as someone once told me
for honesty complicates
just as deception
consciously motivates
trust as erection
as I read the words
unconfessed by my spouse
I die when: “I want your dick in my mouth.”
the pain is intense
but the lust is mutation
insane that incensed
I conduct masturbation
Written by Jason Wright
July 15, 2018