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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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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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Unfaithful Inversion

A fleeting annihilation in lust;
cheating is violation of trust…
cheating is hurtful and
cheating is slighting…
cheating is nothing that I find exciting.

What I find enthralling
which some find confusing
and may seem appalling
but really is choosing to probe my identity
satisfy wondering
disrobe obscenity
nullify suffering
to simulate danger
emulate fantasy
to stimulate strangers
and affirm our humanity.

And I know it’s perplexing;
I’m so complicated…
and I’m far from perfecting
what we’ve consummated…
but the point is just this:
no more unfaithfulness…
I want to persist but
not with such painfulness…
inverting portrayal
underscored with disgust…
reverse of betrayal:
exploring of trust.

Written by Jason Wright
August 26, 2018

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Playoff

I deal out desire;
invite a new player.

Conceal and conspire
in light of betrayer.

I match and he scores
as he breaks all the rules…

As I catch on all fours
an outbreak of fools.

He tells him
he’s lonely;
I “can’t understand”.

He tells him
I’m only
a shell of a man.

He sells
controversy
to man who would take him.

He tells him
he’s thirsty
and I cannot slake him.

He whimpers and sighs
and admires our plunder.

He whispers these lies
to inspire my hunger.

He lays out the shame
that I’m hot to defray.

He plays out the game
that I’ve taught him to play.

Written by Jason Wright
August 22, 2018

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