Yummy Passive

Your lips, a fire, slow and deep,

They haunt me even in my sleep.

Your hands explored, then pulled me near,

You breathed your want into my ear.

The bed became a storm of skin,

Where lust and love would both begin.

I’m excited to meet new and interesting people. 🌟

I’m gay, and I love who I am. 🌈💖

I enjoy relaxing and taking care of my body.

I have a sporty body weighing 55 kg.

In intimacy, I am passive. 💫

We walk like poems

written in secret ink—

soft, glowing,

read only by those

Two men,

bare skin warmed by moonlight,

whispers melting into collarbones.

Not a secret.

Not a sin.

Just breath, heat,

His body wasn’t made to be hidden.

It was carved from light and want,

a canvas of longing

that begged to be read

not everyone understands.

But for the right soul—

it becomes a temple,

a place to worship softness,

but we were never meant

to look like anyone else.

We were born to glow

for who I kiss,

for how I feel,

for loving him in the open.

My heart isn’t wrong—

He didn’t need to.

He just held me like I wasn’t broken—

like two men

can be whole

I want heat.

The weight of him,

the press of breath,

a moment that forgets everything

They don’t shout in stories or sparkle in crowds.

They bloom in shared silence,

in sleepy hugs,

in smiles made just for two.

And that’s the kind I crave.

Muted tones and quiet skies.

But then you laughed,

and suddenly—

I remembered what yellow felt like.

to fit into spaces never meant for me.

I’m not here to be less.

I’m here to be full—

of love, light, softness… and pride.