He texted me every morning
And called me every night
I wondered where he learned all of this
art
I told him I love his mustache
and he kept it for me the third time we
met
Guess this is his art
He left red-mark on my chest on our
first time in contact
I asked for more
He gave me more
This is his another art
He opened the door
he said sorry
Asked for consent before he touched me
I swear I loved these arts!
I loved when his body got a temperature
When we both were on my bed
He kissed my lips, my cheeks, my nose
My hands, my shins, and my forehead
What a beautiful art!
He made me believe in the art I used
not to be into
He made me believe the art was real
I believed his art was real
