Sapiosexual

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 […]

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Cathedral

I’d never met anyone like him before He was rough around the edges, but he was always himself He felt like music The kind that you take long drives to He had a way of easing the soul His words were never rushed or without thought He didn’t believe in empty chatter or conversation to

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