Issa Sonnet.

He didn’t just call me beautiful first

He called me interesting

Not once did I try to decipher his level of thirst

Not once did I stop listening

To perfectly structured sentences

Beautiful music to these ears

Because for as long as his voice is on my list of preferences

My soul inherently hears

My body willingly submits

Without an ounce of reluctance

Not a single bone resists

While in this space of acceptance

I couldn’t just call him persistent

So, I called him brilliant