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A Cuckold Remembers

Diminished by instance
of alcohol anal,

Innocent witnesses
lust and betrayal,

Combines what he sees
in a powerful mixture,

Laced with unease
to offset elixir.

A cocktail of horrors:
salacious addictions,

Supreme satisfaction
despite contradictions,

Which heighten delight
and gratify longing,

Even as he is abused
while he’s watching.

He might shit his pants
as he contemplates pleasure,

Is this abject lust
or a shade of stark terror?

Flaccid, electric,
unsure and ashamed.

The faggot is limp
but inside he’s inflamed.

Internal struggles,
Spiritual / Bodily,

Embarrassed, Self-Conscious,
Ignominious: audibly.

A blush as the rush
liquefies and then exits,

Assuagement replaced
by miserable wetness,

The others are laughing
and fuck him in tandem,

Surrounded by men
he’s completely abandoned.

Time seems to stop
like a licentious dream,

Betrayal and lust:
contentiousness team,

Combined as a drug
they inspire enslavement,

He’s never known pleasure
that matched this debasement.

And now understanding
this sacrilege holy,

Consumed in an instant
must be enjoyed slowly,

He’ll return to this moment
in lust filled reflection,

And he will shed tears
as he strokes his erection.

Written by Jason Wright
July 26, 2017

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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

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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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July of December

Nothing to write but I feel like it’s coming.
Waves are still crashing. Heart is still humming.
Jumping through hoops to receive your bouquet…
The truth was delivered on Brian’s first day.

Brian was there in two-thousand winter.
First month of year pierced heart like a splinter
which remains there today; his birthday remembered:
January dream in July of December.

There was snow where he touched me.
Brian, scared that he loved me.
Brian stared. Brian cared as I woke with a fright.
And there in the shade of the dream where we made love
he carried and married me all through the night.

Seven-teen years and I still feel those kisses
though we never have visits; explicit or shamed.

And I never accepted he’d been resurrected
for in death I was blessed while in life only blamed.

Written by Jason Wright
July 26, 2017

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Bedtime

Ready for bed
and yet I am writing.

I’d rather be sleeping
so why am I fighting?

Maybe because I’m asleep and I’m dreaming
of writing awake as I’m quietly screaming:
GO! TO! SLEEP!

Written by Jason Wright
July 26, 2017

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Playing the Game

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

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Formative Words

A month ago broken
yet we still exist.

Those words that were spoken
by Aaron persist

In shaping our future;
his words were not wasteful.

His words were a cougar
that fed on the faithful.

His words were confession
to me as his priest.

His words were a question
to my ears bequeathed.

His words begged an answer;
I wept as I gave it.

Our love had a cancer
but we sought to save it.

He by admission
and I by permission…

We both fought to save us
from death by attrition…

The pain from his past
held our love in a casket…

For future transgression
he begged with a question
I responded when asked it:

“You need it? Then have it.”

The distance between us
once traveled would heal us,

And words that were spoken
could not now conceal us,

And so we embraced
what would now become real,

Free from the pain that
we both had to feel,

Free to make choices
denied before changes,

To use our own voices
describing new strangeness,

The action is called;
we respond to sensation…

The laws of attraction
beyond transformation.

Written by Jason Wright
July 25, 2017

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The Hungry Hooker

Doubling down
on singles and triples,
Struggling; drowning
on past participles,
Juggling clowns
while writing in riddles,
A whore wanting more
is hardly original.

So pay me no heed
while I bleed and I splutter,
Or pay me with sweetness;
with penis (and rubber),
We all know my weakness
technique motherfucker…
Lets lose ourselves
in the shells of each other.

Written by Jason Wright
July 25, 2017

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Runner Without a Cause

Our love like a flower
who’s petals you’ve bruised.

You listened to madness;
refused to hear truth.

You filled me with sadness
for love had been soured.

You looked like an angel
but ran like a coward.

Accepted gift horse and
betrayed with belief.

Did not question source;
just attacked in your grief.

You lashed out with lies
fed to you by phantoms.

Couldn’t meet eyes
as you gave in to tantrums.

Attacked with untruths
sold as truth without cause.

You deny my response;
you must know yours is flawed.

You bought into farce
but refuse explanation.

I will not be broken
by your devastation.

I’ve loved you for years
and that won’t go away.

Even with all of the hate
that you spray.

I won’t fall to fear,
to anger or malice.

I won’t be a fool
or be rude or be callous.

Won’t be overwhelmed
by your venomous exit.

Won’t disavow the
love of the desperate.

Won’t drown in pain
although there are tears.

I won’t chase a man
who’s been running for years.

I will not forget as
you shun and run from me.

I will not regret
what you’ve painted as ugly.

That you could believe
when I’ve loved you for ages…

That you could be mean
without cause is outrageous…

And our perfect kiss
which you’ve lost in cliché…

I will not give chase
when you’ve thrown that away.

Yet my love is not lost
in spite of the burns…

And I’ll leave a light on
in the hope you’ll return…

For I’ve done nothing wrong
despite point of view…

And you’ve no need to run
because love remains true.

Written by Jason Wright
July 24, 2017

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Delusions of Innocence

He’s married (down low)
and he wants in our building.

But all fairies know
that you can’t rape the willing.

We know what he wants
before he confesses.

In the dark of his heart:
Who wouldn’t have guessed this?

Wouldn’t see through
the glaze of delusion?

Who could confuse
his lies for confusion?

Who would include this
deceptive exclusion?

A fairy has lied
if he has denied
existence defined
by his need for transfusion.

Written by Jason Wright
July 20, 2017

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