I’m attracted to intelligence. Not the book smart type of intelligence. I could care less whether you’ve gone to college or how much money you make because of it. I like intelligent conversations that make me think even hours after it’s ended. I soak up words from radical minds.
Take me to the mountains and the forests and the meadows and the rushing rivers. Kiss me with pomegranate stained lips. Sing and howl into the wild fresh air with me as we let water and tall grass and wildflowers caress our bare skin.
Someone steal me away right now and we can dance under the stars all night