Dome (Sapiosexual)

{Sapiosexual: One who finds intelligence the most sexually attractive feature.}

***Starts poem***

I've had some good head once.

Frosting type brain; sugar glazed layers of pleasure; butt naked throwing layers of pleasure on genitalia from the tongues of fictionalized goddesses... 

I've had some good head once.

Stem loving stemming from attraction; attentive to the attraction... eagle view on that clitoris...

I've had some good head once... 

Aggressed by the non aggressor; 

--------I've had some good head once

A mouth so good ...

I've had some good head once. 

I opened a Sister Souljah novel entitled "no disrespect">> I meant no disrespect when I used sexual descriptions to depict the non sexual head I had actually received.

Intellectual interventions... intervening wisely--- expeditiously taunting need and escaping want.. The desire for a mouth so good my womanly-ness will transform on a rapid transition into my lioness zodiac.

THE TRADE...

My vulva is taunting me... she, before me, had spoken enormous masterful pieces just positioning her insight;

sanctioning off a section just for wisdom--- 

I watched ignorance, beauty, and intelligence spar rhyming with no haiku;

poetry dome...

super dome wise thoughts dominating my every utterance;

susceptible to all knowledge...

eyes closed & inhaling the aura of this provocative spar

Intervening between a republican and a democrat I had the political gibber jabber during this damn good dome>> intellectual treats of conversation...liberalizing me into no stance I had been aggressed by the non-aggressor giving me that dome of geniuses and over achiever geeks proving that standardized tests can accurately pin point an IQ...

I normally aggressed

but here I sat sucked, cleaned, and orally fucked right into the right side of my brain... no high needed... no blunts rolled; this all stemmed from the attraction for words... two poets word dancing right foot left foot... (play your favorite song)

Her Nikon perfected lens of verbal dome took me to the comfort of a poets home where the door is constantly being knocked down by thoughts... Often disturbing the peace... but normally bringing the peace of never ending visions to life.... 

Her Nikon perfected lens of verbal dome took me home... into her home... I loved living rent free there

I've had some damn good head once...


take it as you please...