OBJECT OF DESIRE
- Dark Poets Club

- 1 day ago
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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.



