Gayass Guy

It happens so slowly like the sunset leaking into a room where no one bothers to turn on a lamp

Your voice used to touch something inside me on a small and bright nerve Now it moves past without any consequence like a stranger brushing my coat on a train I never took

I keep trying to find the place wherever the warmth went but these walls are bare and the air smell’s of yesterday’s rain You speak and my silence grows teeth you reach for me and my shadow flinches before I do

I didn’t mean for love to rot but rot never asks permission it just spreads quiet and patient until one day you wake up beside someone who feels like nothing but a memory of a life you no longer want

like the kind of guys that just get the more than the tip inside and you can swear you can see them tearing up because they don’t wanna cum before they’ve even truly gotten to feel you?

the guys cum in seconds and are genuinely embarrassed because their damn cock is throbbing n’ spurting so soon, maybe even opting to overstimulate themselves and dump a few more loads inside to apologize?

We did not do the sex but we sensually cuddled with my enthusiastic consent