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

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

This Diabolical Drama

I’m sitting right across from you
when you tell me how much you want to hurt me,
how much it will pleasure you to humiliate me,
how much you want to take what is mine,
use it for your own gain,
and leave me to wander
cluelessly,
ashamed and defeated.

I’m sitting right across from you
but what you don’t see
is that I’m not the man you thought I was,
and all your schemes were mine
before they were yours.

You think he’s sitting right across from you
but I’ve taken his place
and the words that were meant for him;
the words meant to conquer me
and raise you up have given me the greatest satisfaction
I can imagine.

I am afraid,
but it is the fear of an entertainer
about to take to the stage
where my most impressive performance
(which I’ve trained for my entire life)
is about to begin at last.

You are a liar and a manipulator.
You are hurtful and obscene.
But I am something you could not see coming.
And though you wish to hurt me
I thank you from behind my disguise
for you too have an integral role to play.

You, with the help of my co-conspirator,
will push me beyond those boundaries
I have never dared to traverse,
even though the core of who I am
has always ached to cross that line.

And in that gleaming treacherous climax
where all masks lead to the truth,
we will be transformed…

And you, in plotting my downfall,
will bring me to my utter salvation.

Written by Jason Wright
November 8, 2017

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

Sexy Traitor

I instruct him
in destruction;
in my need for his seduction…

And he rises
to occasion;
nearly late from masturbation…

I run for trains with courage found,
Express train travel:
Brooklyn bound…

I feel ill from my confusion,
Sex drenched ultimate illusion,
Might cost more than just my soul:

Excess lust within control.

Written by Jason Wright
July 26, 17

Weekend Friends

Various sentences
rise through the mist,

Queries for Romeos
found in our midst,

Did they know when they met me
I didn’t exist?

Perhaps they have doubted
yet doubts were dismissed?

To be fair
my partner in crime
is pretend,

Oh he’s quite real to me
and of that I contend,

But they don’t see the truth
in the lies that we send,

Try not to smile…
Must not reveal guile…

We are only unreal
to our weak weekend friends.

Written by Jason Wright
July 26, 2017

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