The Chronicles Of Being Sapiosexual

I am doing some research on something totally unrelated, and I came upon the characteristic of someone who identifies themselves as being Sapiosexual. This is the second time I have heard of this word, so I thought I would explore its depth. No, this is not me, or my type of creed I base my standards upon, but for the poem to make any sense at all, I had to unfortunately place myself in a Sapiosexual person’s shoes  

If you speak to me gently with words I like  
I will gently creep into your brain will all my might  
I’m what they call Sapiosexual  
Nothing about me is ever perceptual or conceptual  
Could it be I have everything I need  
Money, looks, education, with an empty hearted feed  
Mental sex is my fulfilling creed  
Sentiments from your brain, makes me weak as I emotional bleed  
 
Sex crazed with such a tender twist  
In this day and time, every man’s family jewels cannot dip or slip inside my sweet abyss  
Have done the dating, mating, engagement, but if your mind is not of my request  
I refuse to waste my time, mentality, or settle for less  
Some here my not believe, for some, yes this falls true  
However do you think we all incorporate our mental muse  
The people who have the mental power to mentally seduce  
 
Excitability of the heart with beautiful transcribed poems  
Written enrapturing words that makes the heart go warm  
Makes the heart feel reborn, torn, or adorned  
I am just bringing this hidden desire to light  
Are we all Sapiosexual on these online sites  
The brain is such a beautiful thing to waste  
Therefore, I’ll follow anyone’s words if I can mentally relate  
 
Turn me on even more, if it’s words to physically generate  
Especially if your alluring brain capacity is something I can mentally taste  
Back and forth to sweetly debate  
Intellectual stimulation found within man  
God what a turn on where his feet may stand  
His hidden thoughts, speaking on behalf of his heart’s demands  
Being a Nurse so many things I’ve saw  
Clean living is for the good of us all  
 
So, if I tease you don’t ever be coy or alarmed  
It’s just something about your intelligence that sends my mind pass gone  
Getting hot off the lyrical of your poetic or narrative songs  
Your words sinking inside my brains all night long  
Sipping on my Cosmopolitan as your narrative deeply penetrate
I would never be alone with your words caressed of destiny, kissed by fate  
Intellectual words getting me heated, while making slow love to my brain  
And no, I am not insane  
Intelligent with a very high Ivy League IQ  
If you got the intoxicating words, yes, I have the butter rum essence for you  
 
Lay me down as you play the seductive harp of my mind  
I have the blindfolds, the wine, the handcuffs and the time  
Umm, so give your words their very best  
Leave the immature mundane details to the rest  
Turn me on, and then turn me out  
Mental love making is what this poem is all about  
 
Make me softly whisper your name, as my mind glorifies in the claim of your fame  
Until I’m spent and far gone  
As our minds entwine in an attuned song  
Therefore, for all you Sapiosexual beings within society, this poem is dedicated to your mental juice  
I have given you your fifteen minutes of fame, and your just due  
I hope I have done your wandering brain justice, as I’ve come close to feeling the lust of your mental heat  
As your mind bonds with someone you may never see, greet, or even meet  
This is the first poem I have ever written without laying on rose petal silk sheets  
 
Sapiosexual is a fairly new word that means “one who finds intelligence the most sexually attractive feature.”  
You can learn more about this by googling Sapiosexual. It mainly affects people who utilize online sites for various purposes or reasons unknown.