I am not concerned about the size of your hips;
I'm more interested in the words that flow from your beautiful lips.
All I ask is for your time and undivided attention;
I hope you’ll give me a chance to talk,
Without any resistance or apprehension.

You see sweetheart, this is not a bold attempt
To get into your pants;
I'm not interested in whether or not you can dirty dance.
I hope you will excuse some of the analogies I use,
For I mean no disrespect;
With the tools I use, I don’t want to lose,
The expression of your intellect.
Don’t get lost in the flow of my words,
I’m not trying to reminisce about the bees and the birds.

My intention is to gently open your mind,
And gradually slide in with my throbbing intellect--
Slowly stroking the inner walls of your brain,
With intelligent conversation,
And fulfilling all of your mental needs.
I will softly caress your cerebral cortex,
Until you are totally overcome by my verbal juices.
When you tell me you want more,
And you will want more --
I will feed your open imagination,
With my pulsating capacity for reasoning and understanding.
I will let you feel the size of my intellectual erection.
As you receive more of me,
I will reach for and touch the intense depths of your mentality.
As the softness of your inner thoughts
Invites me deeper inside your mind,
I will be compelled to release all of my verbal juices.
I can sense your mind throbbing,
As you surrender your own mental fluids.