Intellectual conversation

I miss the intellectual conversations we had with such passion. When I felt that I might woo you with my mind. Playing with ideas and designs all the while I wished to know you naked and carnal. I could see your nipples through your silk blouse when for a glance I was distracted from the weaving of formulas of physics and philosophy. I was so fired by the figments of imagination made real in sharing. Your eyes were green and your cheeks flushed and I was aroused just to be with you feeling the pressure in my loins, my heart bursting in my chest as ideas flowed from my lips likes kisses. And you were so alive.