Intellectual Sex

I'm rooting for intellectual sex where we all go to bed with glasses. And foreplay is just a few little words from Einstein and one of his classes. Where everything's done in a manner of space where who did to who what did done. And nothing you've said is as dirty to some as who taught you relative fun. Where all of the night can be filled with love when a bookworm can stay up all night. And the sex that you have is equation to none over pages for learning the light. That the evening can end in the click of a light with a darkness to deafen the bright. When the turn of a page brings the end to a book for the rest you'll be turning all night.