Sapiosexuality
I identify as a sapiophile
Your mind
It turns me on
The universe and everything
You take me there
To the edge of a black hole
I am drawn in
No resistance
It’s gravitational
I wish to be entangled
Quantumly
Two positions at the same
Keeping your glasses on
Taking your clothes off
Whispering sweet nothings
To my ear
Pythagoras theorem
I wish to be geometric
With your body
Calculating your sweet spot
And the optimal entry position
E=mc²
My calculations bang on
You’re arching your back
Just as predicted
The landing field, your body
Perfectly prepared
Wet and wild
Pulse’s racing
Anticipations heightened
I’ve done...