Our tongue-tied minds are interlaced with the heat of the moment Fill my mouth with your saliva and be pleasured by the roiled and rolled ridges of my tongue.
Thoughts dripping through my teeth, Unable to speak them As her warm breath burns gently into my skin Her tongue dances between each thought
Hearts palpitating for the next sentence Drowning in her saliva, choking on paragraphs That have yet to be moisten by her Soft voice.