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What could possibly happen,

If everyone had a tongue made of glass?

Would anyone talk much then?

Certainly not, irrespective of the class!

Less talk means more work,

More work means progress,

Progress means happiness,

Mental peace is born of happiness!

We should be aware of what we say,

This is what we should collectively pray.

Slowly I run my tongue around the

savory delight

taking in all it's glistening content, then

up and down the sides

tasting every drip of sweetness that envelops

my hunger. I nibble at the edges till, in a

moment of weakness, thrusting my tongue

deep into the center

grasping a mouthful of creamy coated ecstacy.

Numb and quivering with delight,

I engulf it'...

and finish off this delicious, delectable Old  Fashioned

dip cone'

An object warm and white,

Cup-like with a handle at its side.

Halfway filled with a liquid,

A liquid with a name,

Its name being coffee.

Eager am I to hold this cup,

Equally eager am I to drink

From its rim which my lips shall touch.

Slowly yet quickly I do tilt the cup

And the liquid pours into my mouth.

The liquid's bitter taste,

Yet sweet and warm it is.

Satisfying is the taste,

So gleefully I do drink more

And indulge myself in this sweet galore. 

Freely does the liquid

Move around in my mouth

As it plays with my tongue

Tickling its taste-buds.

Around and between my teeth it goes

'til I move it back with my tongue

To the back of my mouth

Where the coffee meets its doom.

Down my throat it goes,

The aftertaste the same as before.

My thirst craves evermore,

Thus I drink some more.

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kisses soft against my legs, in circles

like the sweetness of your morning hug

leisurely pacing your way to my toes

as if tasting each one, carrying me to the place only we know,

i'm a million miles away, and yet feel you so close

next time i open my eyes, your hand like a mountain stream flows,

the touch feels like heaven as your body slides up,

and i kiss every inch that i can as you clutch

then loosen your hold to my hips now in time,

your tongue on my breasts, this is more than sublime,

enraptured i offer my hands to your pleasure

and to my surprise you decsend again, my breath answers

a sigh is released from its place deep within, 

the sound seems to stroke you, as if you've gone in

i feel chills down my spine and then up again

and i reach for your legs, and more kissing begins

your chin at my pelvis, and now there is thrust

making love to these parts we become like a chorus

inspirations are deep and our bodies begin to roam

heart and soul timing, like a precise metrodome

a plateau of pleasure, escalation does entice

we kneel face to face just to breathe the love from each other's eyes

then you reach for my face with both hands and we kiss

with angels' wings donned we revel deep into bliss

the breathing is faster, we grapple and vie

as i guide you by the hand, and upon me you lie

like raindrops from heaven, joined in blissful suspension

and we lay with the stars, the aftermath of ascension

flesh on our flesh you lean close as i drift

and i feel lips on my eyelids

as i think ...'it gets no better than this'.

12:45 PM 7/16/2013 ©

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I can taste the sound of laughter,

Like molasses on my tongue,

Like the sun is heard in chorus,

Childlike and full of fun,

When I touch the sight of scarlet,

It feels smooth against my skin,

And the smell of fresh pink hyacinth,

Hangs noodles down my chin.

A snowflake softly graces the wind,

A raindrop meets a lake,

If synesthesia ruled the world,

We might all be chocolate cake.

© 2012