you are not a man in a swimsuit. you are a reckoning. i’d pray, but the words already crawled into your waistband to hide.

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#HomoeroticVerse #BriefLitany

he doesn’t wear lace for you. he wears it to remind you he could ruin you, in elegance or force.

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#malebody #homoeroticverse

He laid there like a trap,
red briefs, thick cock, legs spread like he already knew I’d beg.
I never stood a chance.

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#gaydesire #homoeroticverse

you don’t touch. you don’t ask. you occupy. and i want to be pulled, not by rope, but by gravity. by gaze. by the sacred silence that turns your stillness into ritual.

#HomoeroticVerse #BondedStar

some men don’t need to touch you to break you. they just look, and you remember how much you wanted to be broken all along.

#HomoeroticVerse #MuscleDevotion

Flesh on flesh.
Ink on sweat.
Moans like prayers in a shrine of skin.
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💦 #HomoeroticVerse #JapaneseErotica

Benches groan, briefs tighten, and eyes wander in silence. What starts in the locker room…doesn’t always stay there.
“Tension in the Thighs” is live, a pulse-quickening poem of bodies, glances, and unspoken heat.

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#HomoeroticVerse #TeaseAndTension

this isn’t a beach. it’s your altar. and i’m already on my knees. i’d kiss your chest like a contract if i thought it would let me stay inside your gaze a moment longer.

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#HomoeroticVerse #SaltAndSkin

you are not a man in a swimsuit. you are a reckoning. i’d pray, but the words already crawled into your waistband to hide.

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#HomoeroticVerse #BriefLitany

He is the cock you choke on before the island lets you stay. The first moan. The final vow. The reason you forget who you were.

#GayDesire #HomoeroticVerse

They kneel, but not for you.
Not yet.
Harnessed. Lit. Unbothered. A room full of men who bend only to be watched, until the gaze earns its place.

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#HomoeroticVerse #PowerInPoise

He didn’t close the door behind him. Not all the way. Just enough to ask, just enough to dare.
“Anonymous, in Indigo”

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#HomoeroticVerse #QueerDesire

The sun doesn’t kiss him. It devours him. Down his spine, into the curve, past the point of return. That ass? It doesn’t follow, it leads.

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#HomoeroticVerse #GayBeach

He doesn’t smile. He smolders.
His body isn’t lit, it’s revealed.
A slow poem across shadow and chest hair, hips and hush.

#HomoeroticVerse #PortraitObsession