Some had posted a sapiosexual post so I said I would make a poem and include it so here it is to share
Symmetry in sagacity:

The androgynous among us engulf the air all around us, with not a sound to be uttered aloud.

Epicene is serene to the scene as the evergreens liming around in epitomy.

Stealthy are the knavish deep in the wish of intrepidness.

Treacherous like argentines dimples sapiosexuals tickle those wrinkles of our complexity.

Incongruity of ignorant humanity in it`s chasm of got to want it mentality.

Forever transformed by are we by the world in myth and mystery.