I fell in love with you last week.

After rain.

After work.

After ten days of forgetting who you are.

You reminded me

as I entered your door.

 I'm the guy, you said,

who will open your door,

open your beer,

and ask you to join me in the kitchen.

I'm that guy.

I fell in love with you last week

after the meal

after the movie

after the music filled my head.

I'm the guy, you said,

who will turn back the bed,

caress your breasts,

lick your cream,

and ask you to say my name.

I'm that guy.