The physical sparks that flew in great multitudes
Or the way you wooed me with your words
There is something primevil about an instant physical connection
The excitement of the brush, caress
Of hand against skin, lips against neck
But it does not compare in the slightest
To the ultimate intimacy of intellectual honesty
To opening your mind and your soul
And letting a stranger walk among the secrets
And peruse at their discretion
The complete trust of sharing your soul
Your thoughts
Your passions
Your intimacies
Both are wonderfully gratifying
Though one without the other can be
frustrating or cheapening
Which will you give more freely?
Choose carefully
