Her mind was as amazing as the big bang. What a sweet thing to see her ideas form on her ****** expressions, watching them explode in her mind like a million fire flies. Each one raining down her throat, balancing on her tongue, waiting to be spoke. Her words were rivers I bathed in under the stars, naked, dreaming of dreaming. Her world was green eyed tulips and infinite possibilities. Engaged, I sat with a crooked smile, forever wanting to be pulled deeper, deeper, deeper into her mind. where those ideas were conceived and born and infant words cried for the milk of a welcoming ear.