I’d always get lost in his conversation
I would get lost in his words like my favorite novel
His words touched parts of me that no hands could ever reach
Sapiosexual
One mental orgasm after another
I’d watch how his lips caress each word
Thinking about how lucky they were for having the privilege of falling from such beautiful lips
I loved the way his words held my attention
How I’d always be in waiting, wanting more
The way his eyes lit up when he was teaching me something new
The way my heart and mind glowed receiving
He was an education, this beautiful man
I’m so glad he was my course of study.