Sapiosexual kinkster

Sapiosexual kinkster

Am I still a kinkster, if the fantasies are in my head, does it count if they're just rhymes, written from my bed

If it's Sapiosexual and not real, does it really count, if the only real interaction I've had, only adds up to a small amount

I write about a million things, though I've only done a few, am I still a kinkster, if I write these things for you

Dreams and scenarios, wishes of things I'd love to do, all the sexy things I write about, if I were there with you

Seducing you with my lines, my words touching every pore, stanzas wrapped around you, reaching to your very core

Your hands doing the things i can't, my words fucking in your head, being Sapiosexual it's like being in your bed

But does that make me a kinkster, or just some poet who writes lines, who dreams of finding his dream girl and making her just mine

A Sapiosexual sexual kinkster, or a kinky poet is the same, as long as my wordsmake you wet, I guess, what's in a name

Ron