An intelligent mind dripped over a silver tongue is the best aphrodisiac I have ever felt. There is something erotic and enticing about intelligence. Not the arrogant pretense of intelligence but the subtle nuances of a brilliant mind.
The thrill I get from a benign debate, that borders on passion, cannot be duplicated in any way. I go from purring to insatiable wild cat within a breath. Specifically open debates. The kind of debates that allows your opinion to exist while presenting a, elaborate offense and defense of their own opinion.
Looks are passing thoughts. I would rather a silver tongued, genius, than a GQ model any day.
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