erotic intelligence

The mind is the first skin I touch.
Every glance a question,
every pause a dare.

I hunger for the thoughts you guard,
the words you’ve never spoken aloud.
To strip a body is simple -
but to strip the mind
is the sweetest danger.

I want the tremor in your voice
when a fantasy slips free,
the moment your intellect
turns into appetite.

For me, desire begins
where thought and heat
collide.
 
The mind is the first skin I touch.
Every glance a question,
every pause a dare.

I hunger for the thoughts you guard,
the words you’ve never spoken aloud.
To strip a body is simple -
but to strip the mind
is the sweetest danger.

I want the tremor in your voice
when a fantasy slips free,
the moment your intellect
turns into appetite.

For me, desire begins
where thought and heat
collide.
exacto
 
Your mind is the weapon I crave.
Sharp, dangerous,
a blade I run my tongue along -
knowing I could bleed
and still beg for more.

Every word you speak
strikes like teeth at my throat.
Every thought you reveal
is a hand in my hair,
pulling me closer.

I don’t just want your body -
I want the hunt inside your head,
the cunning in your gaze,
the raw, unyielding hunger
that thinks before it devours.
 
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