His Art

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