Her hair was as long as her tongue,
Maybe a little longer
Her tongue was not normal,
I think it still is not
Her tongue was so long that everytime we kissed I'd push her away after seconds thinking her tongue might get stuck in my throat or below and I'd die,
I'd push her away, breathe in and breathe out, take a long breath and then pull her back to kiss her one last time
I kissed her like i have kissed her hundreds of times but never learned so i kissed her like it was my first,
She kissed me like she knew her father was watching us but she was not bothered,
She kissed me like she would die if she did not,
A sick salsa of our tongues,
Like two snakes making love
Like two ***** lesbians trying to **** each other,
Her tongue felt like mine so i wanted the world to witness our kiss just to make myself believe that I was not kissing myself and that she was real
She once kissed me so passionately that I bit her tongue just to make her stop and asked her if my heart was as sweet as she said it was
She looked at me and said nothing, like the catholic guy who flinched when i asked him the possibility of Jesus being a ******* and god being a ******
She kissed me deep