I Have A Fetish For Escapism

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Puppy Hoods

Make me think that the world runs smoother

When all focus

Is on leather and sweat and stink.

Glorious odor that makes the mobius strip slow.


And Ouroborus is Self Fellatio.


My leading member drags me through pigeoned glory holed thoughts.

And I lose

The consideration of purpose

and other abstracts

such as longevity and sustainability in flesh and psychosis.


I focus on Sir. Daddy. Mister. Big Bro. Alpha. 

He focuses on Little Bro. Son. Slave. Servant. Boy. Omega. 


The gravity gets lighter,
Through the science of mass.



The buildup.

The setup.

The raging reek of his masculinity

My balance of sexuality.


Hot Rubber fills my skull.


The final moment.



I lay back and I end up remembering that I have a poetry blog.

And that student loans are approaching.

Connor LannesEroticEscapismFetishHomosexualhomosexualityInternalSex

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carol falaki

Mon 11th Sep 2017 16:01

Hi Connor,
I can only agree with Colin's comments. As a (not very young) lady your poem's subject is not one I am familiar with, but your poetry is good and does make an entertaining read.

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keith jeffries

Sat 9th Sep 2017 15:11

Connor, I particularly like the words ¨ my leading member drags me through pigeoned glory holed thoughts ¨. I look forward to reading more of your poems. Thanks. Keith

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Sat 9th Sep 2017 09:17

Well read Connor but I won't be joining you in this particular form of escapism any time soon. However it is always good to read poetry on subjects not normally presented here on WoL and you have a masterful way with words which is admirable and entertaining. Keep it up Mister.

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