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I am doing some research on something totally unrelated, and I came upon the characteristic of someone who identifies themselves as being Sapiosexual. This is the second time I have heard of this word, so I thought I would explore its depth. No, this is not me, I base my standards upon, however, for the poem to make any sense at all, I had to fortunately place myself in a Sapiosexual person's pair of Vera Wang Stilettoes
If you speak to me gently with words I like
I will gently creep into your brain will all my might
I’m what they call Sapiosexual
Nothing about me is ever perceptual or conceptual
Could it be I have everything I need
Money, looks, education, with an empty hearted feed
Mental sex is my fulfilling creed
Sentiments from your brain, makes me weak as I emotional bleed
Sex crazed with such a tender twist
In this day and time, every man’s family jewels cannot dip or slip inside my sweet abyss
Have done the dating, mating, engagement, but if your mind is not of my request
I refuse to waste my time, mentality, or settle for less
Some here my not believe, for some, yes this falls true
However do you think we all incorporate our mental muse
The people who have the mental power to mentally seduce
Excitability of the heart with beautiful conveyed poems
Written enrapturing words that makes the heart go warm
Makes the heart feel reborn, torn, or adorned
I am just bringing this hidden desire to light
Are we all Sapiosexual on these online sites
The brain is such a beautiful Matrix fantasy to waste
Therefore, I’ll follow anyone’s words if I can mentally relate
Turn me on even more, if it’s words to physically generate
Especially if your alluring brain capacity is something I can mentally taste
Back and forth to sweetly debate
Intellectual stimulation found within man
God what a turn on where his big Hebrew feet may stand
His hidden thoughts, speaking on behalf of his heart’s demands
Being a Nurse so many things I’ve saw
Clean living is for the good of us all
So, if I tease you don’t ever be coy or alarmed
It’s just something about your intelligence that sends my mind way pass gone
Getting hot off the lyrical of your poetic or narrative songs
Your words sinking inside my brain all night long
Sipping on my Cosmopolitan as your narrative deeply penetrate
I would never be alone with your words caressed of destiny, mm softy kissed by fate
Intellectual words getting me heated, while making slow love to my brain
And no, I am not insane
Intelligent with a very high Ivy League IQ
If you got the intoxicating words, yes, I have the butter rum essence for you
Lay me down as you play the seductive harp of my mind
I have the blindfolds, the wine, the handcuffs and the time
Umm, so give your words their very best
Leave the immature mundane details to the rest
Turn me on, and then turn me out
Mental love making is what this poem is all about
Make me softly whisper your name, as my mind glorifies in the claim of your fame
Until I’m spent beyond Proverbs and your manly Psalms
As our minds entwine in an attuned song
Therefore, for all you Sapiosexual beings within society, this poem is dedicated to your mental juice
I have given you your fifteen minutes of fame, and your just due
I hope I have done your wandering cognitive awareness justice, as I’ve come close to feeling the lust of your mental heat
As your mind bonds with someone you may never see, greet, or even meet
This is the first poem I have ever written without laying on rose petal silken sheets
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