Sapiosexual

And they will laugh because my head stays down, brain satisfying my books. They will talk because I don't worry about confidence and looks. I'll tell them there is levels to this though, levels to staying smart. Maintaining intelligence, excelling in the art... the art of academia, it is not just a pass time. I'm not learning for drive time and fly bys. I'm a sapiosexual learning to seduce your mind, through the rhythmic beats of my lexical choice, I'll keep your mind intertwined with mine. And as I speak I'll keep your thoughts locked on the fluency of my intellect, undressing the body of your brain. Allow the ambiguity of this piece to possess you; let it circulate slowly whilst it seduces your senses; let it leave you senseless; learn to sense less. Sapiosexual learning to seduce your mind and soul. I don't want to touch your external shell. I want to handle your naked mind, inserting knowledge of things I think you'll find... you'll find interesting and things you may never comprehend. A Sapiosexual trying to create no end. I may appear a wallflower, that has no clue, but that is the art of pragmatics. I observe human interaction so that when I speak I gain intense, intrigued reactions. A thousand words deep, drowning in the ocean of my mind. You'll never feel anything as deep. Let me seep into you, I'll take control. Intense, insightful, inquisitive mind, i'll be! Incisively interpersonal, let me seduce you. Enable me to embrace your thoughts; enable me to empower the perspicacious you. Penetrate my mind, as we intertwine, crossing the picket-line as one. Sapiosexual, let me teach you. Permit me to cross the boundaries of reason. Sagacious, judicious mind, let me seduce you. Let me pin your body down with the power of passion. Pragmatics and I, positioning you into wanting more. Let my words run down the skin on your skeleton, so intricately interlocked. As I caress your soul with whispers of wisdom, whispering wild whims. Contradicting impulses! Paradoxical clauses! Antithetical lexis! It makes no sense. This is when I know I have touched your mind, we begin to merge. The taste of your tongue, teasing the words off of mine. Sapiosexual, allow me to seduce you. Intertwine your mind with mine. I need not touch you physically to arouse sexual attraction, the depths of my knowledge provide that satisfaction. Intelligence captures your body, as well as your mind and soul.
Let me seduce you, Sapiosexual!