So She Asked Me Why....

See In life we often ask questions that we don’t know the answer

Questions like

Who? What? When? Where?
What am I doing? What is she doing?

Why am I here? Why am I here with her?

How long it’s been? How is she?

Is she the one?

Do I love her? Does she love me?

Why is it that I can’t wake up and not think about her?

But in life some questions are answered easily

So she asked me if I were to have all my senses but my sight would I miss it?

I said of course

So she asked why?

I need my eyes to gaze upon ya beauty. Not just your physical features but the beauty within. That epic moment when our eyes meet and every second feels like an eternity.  So yea my sight I would miss for each time I gaze upon ya eyes feels like a never-ending bliss

So she asked me if I were to have all my senses but hearing would I miss it?

I said of course

So she asked why?  

I need to hear your soothing voice. As each word rolls off your tongue sounding like a beautiful harmony. Hearing your sweet whispers in my ear and the sound of nothing but your breath as you lay on my chest when you sleep. So yea my hearing I would miss for the sounds you make bring me to a place of never-ending bliss

So she asked me if I were to have all my sense but my touch would I miss it?

I said of course

So she asked why?

I need my touch to feel ya lips as we kiss. To feel ya hands as we engage in a tender embrace. To touch every portion of your body and feel every curve. To run my fingers through your soul and feel exactly as you feel. So yea my touch I would miss for each time I feel you puts me in a state of never-ending bliss

So she asked me if I were to have all my senses but my sense of smell would I miss it?

I said of course

So she asked why?

I need to smell your perfume on my clothes. And I need to smell the delectable dinners you prepare for me. That scent that just you have. So yea my smell I would miss for the scent of you throws me into a never-ending bliss

So she asked me lastly if I were to have all my senses but my taste would I miss it?

I said of course

So she asked why?

So I answered simply to taste what sweet love we make

Intimidated by my Intellect

Meaningless intercourse

No longer effecting me in the manner it once did

Making once lively portions of my body dead

The mind no longer in a state of feeling ecstasy

And affiliated by stupidity

Unable to fully comprehend

Therefore not fulfilling my needs

Asking me to dumb it down

Shows your lack of respect

So we part ways because I realize you are

Intimidated by my intellect

Never was the muscular type to flex and draw in women like moths to a flame

So I simply use my brain to engage in things other than her Coca cola frame

Hoping she is not

Intimidated by my intellect

No longer coerced by societies conceptual views

Of a thick frame manifested through silicone ways

More through the muscle above

Her bust that is worked through conversation

Again hoping she is not

Intimidated by my intellect

Moving past what the average man wants

To obtain what the average man needs

Engaging in a menage a trois with her mind and soul

Hoping she is not

Intimidated by my intellect

Passionate conversations spanning days

Stimulating our minds

Creating orgasmic sensations

Without the use of hands, lips, or my....

Hoping she is not

Intimidated by my intellect

Learning from one another

Seeing that with each day we grow

Not as individuals but as a couple

And with each day no matter how subtle

I realize she is not

Intimidated by my intellect

Appreciative of the man I am

And while I can hold a conversation about sports

I can quickly shift to a conversation of scholars

From the greatest to play the game M.J.

To the most brilliant mind being Einstein

I realize she is

Appreciative of my intellect

So now as we hold hands its not just a union of our bodies

And as we kiss its not just a union of our souls

As society and all those within it realize they should be

Intimidated by our intellect