Her words, concise,
Brief, like these lines.
Filled with landmines
of explored rhetoric.
Her articulate tongue able
to dance with syllables
Like lovers at an elegant
reception.
...
She's receptive to my
knowledge, taking in
My heavy vocabulary
Regurgitating her thoughts
like well planned blueprints;
she's meticulous with her words.
Our ideas take flight
with every additional
contribution, we learn
Better from each other
than from the professor.
She asks me:
"What is love as you
understand it?"
I reply, "It is a relationship
in which you never cease
to learn, one where you grow
together."
...
Is this what it feels like
to be in love?
Or, is this a mere infatuation?
Her intellext is attractive for sure.
And I know she's intent on
loving mine.
Her third eye scintillates
like the stars.
She is sequacious and
seductive, smooth and
salacious, slender and
slick.
I surpass her aesthetic
preferences and mental
expectations; she knows
I can be quite arrogant.
I breathe easier knowing
she's formulating ways
to impress me, instead of
stress me.
Dare I say
I've met my match?
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