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Boy, Say When
🖼️ THE STORYBOARDS
EP 24
v1.0.0
4 min
Poetry & Panic Sex Files
Audio drop coming soon.

This STORYBOARD is a slow, charged poem about chosen surrender, the kind that only becomes beautiful when it is built on trust, patience, and a yes that comes from the whole body. gabro starts where he always does, in command of the room, sharp, readied, fully in charge of his own energy, then lets the right man lead without losing an ounce of power. That is the real heat here. Not domination for show, not roughness for ego, but the intimacy of being handled with care by someone who knows how to wait, listen, and earn access. The poem turns power exchange into something elegant and deeply human, where masculinity stays soft, consent stays central, and submission becomes not a collapse, but a deliberate act of strength.

🎰 The Drop: This STORYBOARD had to be written because people still talk about submission like it means weakness, when sometimes it is the most self-aware, self-possessed choice a person can make. The poem comes from that exact tension, being strong enough to lead your life, and safe enough with the right person to let go on purpose.
♠️ The Vibe: Velvet control, cedar heat, casino neon, and a room humming with patience. It feels intimate, grown, precise, and seductive, like a prayer whispered through dark lenses and steady hands.
♦️ House Rules: Let your yes be real. Let your no be honored. Let your body stay yours even when you hand someone the crown for a night. The hottest power is chosen power, and the strongest surrender is the one that happens without fear.
♣️ Dealer’s Note: If they can hold your fire without trying to own it, that is not weakness, baby. That is chemistry with manners.

PRESS PLAY ABOVE. ✦ DIM THE LIGHTS. ✦ ENTER THE STORYBOARD…

I run the night with a velvet grin,
soft voice, steel spine, I deal to win.
I cut through noise with a look, not fists,
I lived the barrio, I read the lists.

I know the angles, I clock the men,
I keep my cool while they count to ten.
I set the pace with a tilted chin,
I pour the shots, I reel them in.

💋✨💋

Then you walked in like a quiet bet,
no showboat swagger, no hungry threat.
Rolled up sleeves, that cedar scent,
a laugh that landed like consent.

No chase, no grab, no cheap “come here,”
just patient gravity, pulling near.
You studied me the way pros study dice,
you waited kindly, cool as ice.

A neon cartoon bar scene shows gabro turning toward the viewer with a flustered expression, heart-shaped reflections in his sunglasses, and a tattooed arm visible. In the background, a smiling man sits at a small round table with a drink, and the wall behind him reads, “BOY, SAY WHEN.”

Boy, say when, your eyes implied,
my stubborn pride said not tonight.
You answered silence with a grin,
you let me orbit, you let me spin.

I talk big shit, then walk away,
you didn’t flinch, you let me play.
“Ven,” you said once, clean and low,
and something in me said, I know.

💋✨💋

Vegas flickered like a prayer,
neon blush in smoky air.
We closed the door, the noise fell thin,
you sat, I stood, who’d break, who’d win.

You didn’t rush to touch my chest,
you didn’t press, you didn’t test.
You let the wanting start to ache,
you let the room decide to break.

A neon cartoon casino-bar scene shows gabro wearing headphones and sunglasses while carrying a tray with two whiskey drinks. Across the bar, a smiling man with heart-shaped eyes leans on one hand and gazes at him, with a glowing “CASINO” sign and stacked chips in the background.

Your hand found mine with measured claim,
a careful heat, a whispered name.
My sunglasses stayed where they were,
you tapped the frame, I felt it purr.

I do not fold for any guy,
I don’t confuse a glare for high.
But patience laces every kiss,
and baby, that’s my favorite bliss.

💋✨💋

I lead in life, I choose the route,
I silence chaos with a pout.
But in that bed, I breathed you in,
and let you be the violin.

You tuned my ribs with steady hands,
you marked my map, revised the plans.
“Not yet,” you murmured at my throat,
and every nerve lit up my coat.

A close-up neon cartoon illustration shows gabro blushing with his eyes closed while someone’s hand touches his neck. His sunglasses hang from his shirt, a glowing orange slice sign hovers above him, and the purple casino-bar background gives the scene a dreamy, intimate feel.

You tasted like a holy sin,
like late-night luck and mandarin.
Your mouth said stay, your grip said slow,
my body answered, claro, bro.

You kissed the place my pulse gets loud,
you kept me shy, then let me proud.
You read the yes behind my stare,
and wrote it twice with careful care.

💋✨💋

No porn star brag, no crash and burn,
just yes by yes, return by return.
You paused where other men would rush,
you swapped my curse for grateful hush.

You pressed your knee between my thighs,
you numbered stars behind my eyes.
I wanted rough, I wanted ruin,
you fed me patience, said we’re doing.

A bright neon graphic shows a smiling hourglass filled with orange sand at the center, surrounded by sparkles on a dark purple background. Large glowing pink-purple text reads “PATIENCE” at the top and “PACIENCIA” at the bottom.

Do not mistake this soft for weak,
my mouth still knows the words that speak.
I chose to bend, I chose to yield,
I chose to let you take the field.

Dominant outside, watch me rule,
in bed I make exception, cool.
For men who listen when I moan,
for hands that ask to claim the throne.

💋✨💋

Say boy, say when, you breathed again,
I let my shoulders drop the ten.
I tilted back, I let you see,
the part I keep for one, not three.

You held my jaw, exact, not rough,
you told my hunger, soon enough.
I cursed you softly, half in jest,
you laughed and kissed my stubborn chest.

A neon cartoon hotel-room scene shows gabro dancing with a glowing pink-outlined silhouette figure in front of a large window. Outside, a lit “HOTEL” sign is visible, while inside the room a table with martinis and a bottle sits beside a lamp, and the carpet appears to melt into colorful flowing shapes.

We rhymed in heat and consonants,
in sighs, in laughs, in accidents.
Your cadence taught my hips to wait,
my fingers learned another fate.

I swear the neon learned to pray,
the carpet tried to melt away.
You wrote a promise down my spine,
I signed it twice with teeth and wine.

💋✨💋

Morning crawled like gold on skin,
the city loud, our room a hymn.
You didn’t ghost, you didn’t brag,
you poured the coffee, fixed my tag.

Outside, I’m king of poker face,
I pace the floor, I run the pace.
Inside that room, I crowned you guest,
the kind who knows to take, not wrest.

A dramatic neon cartoon illustration shows gabro sitting confidently on a throne made of stacked casino chips, with a glowing crown shape above his head. Behind him, oversized playing cards fan out in the background while a shadowy hand reaches in from the right, adding a tense, powerful mood.

So here’s my secret, write it down,
consent is kink, the truest crown.
I top my life, I bottom choice,
I keep my body for one voice.

If you can hold me when I break,
and hear the yes I do not fake,
then maybe, cariño, once again,
I’ll be your boy, just say the when.

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Keep me caffeinated and I’ll keep you blushing. 😳
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🍷 First Pour: September 2, 2025 🥀 Last Touch: April 26, 2026
🎭 Revues: Poetry & Panic•Sex Files
🗝️ Motifs: erotic rhyme, gay life, gay romance, poem, power exchange, queer poetry
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