Sapiosexual

He sucks the ideals right out of her mouth, before she can say a word. He grabs her thoughts out of thin air, telepathically it would seem. Caressing her confidence with soft gentle hands. He encouraged her, fed her his big dreams and hard times back when. Mute, but conversations with eyes that speak more than words ever could. No, actually, there weren't words, not for them. Asphyxiated with monumental mental movements and their morals and motivations, plans to better the future and themselves. Helplessly falling harder having had conjured hypotheticals made from common conspiracy hypothesis, no human has had those half asleep, wired somehow, don't care what hour it is, conversations. Those she lived for, literally. And her brain was mental for his, also, literally. She was mad, enthralled to learn more. To uncover every side, that was her goal, his intelligence... that was purely orgasmic.