A Sapiosexual's Meal

A Sapiosexual's Meal 

Deep and sometimes playful conversations shared between them. Picking at each other's mind. Relishing the thoughts laid on the table. Some were robust and savory, like a perfectly prepared steak. Others, sweets, luscious and delicate like chocolate souffle, silkily melting upon your tongue. Their appetite for each other grew, making them both ravenous. He had become her favorite meal. She, his special dessert. Nourishing each others mind. Reaching orgasms from being intellectually gluttonous. 

My Happy Place

My Happy Place

When the world outside my sanctuary, gets too much to bear. I close my eyes and visualize you by my side. My imagination so strong, I can feel your energy so close to me. Causing me to conjure your alluring scent dancing in the gentle breeze. It tickles my nose and calms my soul. The melodious tones of your voice, smoother than water gliding upon ice and grander than a perfect symphony. My muscles relax from tension, fantasizing your hands upon my flesh. Silencing the demons frolicking within. Good days or not, my happy place has always been you.

Ode to My Pussy

Ode to My Pussy

Ode to my pussy. My yoni, my vagina, my cookie, my honeypot. The part of me that has personality, but isn't the only facet of me.

Ode to my pussy. That place of giving life, yet can imprison the soul of the unfocused. A euphoric place that possesses the gift of being both deep and tight like a firm embrace. Warm and wet. Sweet and viscous like honey should be.

Ode to my pussy. Eventhough it is a prize, it's not the best part of me.