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OBJECT OF DESIRE

By Darren Ryding


Today i wandered the streets of soho

under the weight of nonexistent eyes

like infinite young ghosts before me

on a gay sex shop quest to obtain

a thin black harness and matching jockstrap.

 

Dawn approaches and soon we will draw swords

but nothing is stopping me from leaving

only inexplicable compulsion

has guided me this far, we cannot hide

from ourselves who we are.

 

The steps lead down into the underworld

pay the fee, receive a towel and a key

i strip off my clothes and reveal myself

defying my hands to stand uncovered

and become an object of desire.

 

As i step through the shadows i hear gasps

grunts and groans as lust solidifies

into erections, sweat, and fornication

men walk around and around in circles

to make eye contact is to be ensnared.

 

I am about to leave this amorous

house of debauchery, a vision

dripping with desadian desire

when i see him and then I realize

even i am weak when i find my type.


 
 

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