She keeps tempo
the back and forth.
******* each others psyche.
A dance of words and minds,
thoughts and passions,
but emotionally so.
The sapoisexual in me
could never say no.
Straddled my mind until I am confined; the way you see the world in kaleidoscope as I gazed into your eyes, a bright lad on a quest to conquer the unseen future.
Tonight, we will be sailing on our dreams where we could just be Us.
You have set my soul on fire and electrified my desire.
The heart wants what it wants.
i liked it the way you listened
i could tell by your eyes
and your smart questions
i liked it that you had a sense of beauty
a quite relish for stillness
and the spirit in things
i liked it the way you cared
for people’s feelings
the hosting of your society
and your tender awareness of sensitivities
i liked your sense of humour
and interest in people’s bizarre stories
your relish for their secrets
but most of all
l liked it the way you touched me
going straight to parts
i didn’t even know that
set my soul on fire
electrified my desire
writing to a memory
my idea of love
is diving headfirst
into the corners of your mind.
He was very much mentally exhausted from the three previous rounds of word play that we had. But I was very much still aroused.
I needed to grip on his large cranium as he inserted his think logophiled member into the creases of my cerebral.
I wanted him to feel my muscles tightening around his fingers as he caressed my mind.
I needed him to use his tongue to make my brain drip wet like a leaky faucet. I'm wondering if he lost it. Grip on my medulla and massage my grey plump jewel.
I could of done something else to stimulate my brain like reading a book about trains. But what fun would that be when my mate is by my side willing to start mentally ******* me.
I think I went overboard. He has his thinking cap on like the supreme overlord. Should I grab 100 words you never heard. Or just take my defeat and get back to the sheets.
Baby as the pendulum swings
We exist in moment that escapes time
Let my lips service your soul
with great rhetoric when i bend on my knees cause baby about to blow your mind
Should I make his toes curl by the vigorous word use I'm about to hurl. No I'll just sit back and play defeated like the nymphal bad girl.
SHE’S THE CALM AFTER THE STORM
SHE’S THE STORM ITSELF
I PURSUE NOT HER HEART
I PURSUE HER MIND
HER MIND IS LIKE QUICKSAND
IT WILL SWALLOW YOU WHOLE
THREAD CAREFULLY AND YOU MIGHT JUST ESCAPE FALLING IN LOVE WITH HER SOUL
Please don’t take my rain away
Let me straddle your mind until I'm confined
to the empty spaces you refuse to acknowledge ,
taking hostage the inhabitants of this grand mental escape ,
I equate this mission to landing on the moon - you consume
every fiber of my being I intrude ,
wishing to know what you are thinking
it sort of ****** me off when you choose *** over celibacy
just assume it's my jealousy I'd rather have your mind than head
as we lay here in bed I listen to the breath that escapes the dark carven of your lips ,
you kiss me so softly with vocabulary I hear clearly how deep you crave me,
such a sweet sentiment from a sapio ******
someone who can fornicate my mental with intellectual ,
you eat out my riddles and digest philophosy
have me shaking feeling close to God see ,
we get bare naked to the truth
Exposing absolute equations and reasons why , I sigh .
Gagging on your brilliance
you present such increments of human creativity ,
swallowing your mysteries
stroke me close and slow
fill me to capacity with the knowledge of you
tell me the truth you love to **** me
with your words You encourage this insanity
This perplexing wet whirl of words gushes ,
and i demand to see the length of your lyrical havoc
I wish to kiss and grab the sensual sentences you string together
& nothing could compare to the pleasure when we intertwine our minds .
It's ridiculous how meticulous you are with my mental
we lay there , gasping sinful in sections of ecstasy
i watch you vividly , react to my melodic passion
i hold on - grasping my fingertips around your brain
you dig deeper and in pain i give you my vunerability
I .LET . YOU . FEEL . ME
speaking languages I forgot i knew
yet I know I cant dispute
our connection from confessing the truth
you sparked theories bigger than any bang
articulating art using slang
we decode out way of conduct
it was just pure luck we ****** through conversation
I'm all for the butterflies and ******* under the thick blanket of the night but when the sun rises and light illuminates, can you arouse and stimulate my mind to ******?
Don't brag about how you would show me paradise
****** my mind ,
make love to my thoughts