Poetry

To please me, you have to be intellectually high

To please me,
you have to be intellectually high.
You must not be limited,
you must not look like anything
that already has been seen before.
I don’t need another deja vu in a row.
I’m satisfied with the waves of infinity,
a state of mind in ecstasy.
If you want to come closer,
be sure you are well-defined.
Your viewpoints must be beyond the visible,
your mind must collide
with my thoughts.
Sapiosexuality is my orientation.
It’s my choice to physically not experience,
and I dare you to come closer,
with what you own.

To please me,
you have to believe in yourself.
If I believe in you,
if I give you the parts of my thoughts
-that’s the most special you have to deserve.
You have to merge with my thoughts,
you have to convince them
you are worth being part of them.
To please me,
you have to make me laugh,
and I don’t laugh often.
Show me your world,
reveal your essence to me.
You must not be limited,
you must not look like anything
that already has been seen before.
I don’t need another deja vu in the row.

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