El Artista

He unclothed me.
Rapidly.
Then suddenly..

Stopped.

I turned onto my side,
facing him as he stared blankly.
“how are you so curvy yet petite?,”
he asked while flashing
his country boy smile.
The smile that got me here in the first place.

I blushed and attempted to cover,
feeling more naked than I had before.
“Don’t” he demanded.
He grazed his hand softly
on my cheek and whispered,
“I’m staring at art”

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