( Read this slowly , as sensually as you can )

Do you know

when I became

An artist ?

When you turned around

Looked into the window

Of my soul

Your lips

Curved

So beautifully

The dimples

On your cheeks

Where I could rest my whole life

Showed up

Your face turned red

You blushed

Your fingers

Filled the space in my hand

Gently caressing

My palm

For a moment

I captured all of it I can

I became an artist

( How did you feel ? I mean can you connect with this poem ? )