#tongues - Hello Poetry

does this major muscle of muscle^^ receive the merit, multi of many, it provides? movement, taste, and function, but mostover, it is the ***** extends ourselves, connecting two in ways no other can, for it extends, unifies, connects, making our parallels, parallel, and modifies our two lines-line into one single long connectivity I, acknowledge that when I need to sway, ****** in an instant, ****** the tongue is my go-to device that rarely fails, when it tingles thine receptors of sensuality fingers are adequately fine, for the mundane rubbing stroking, eyes can catch, eventually, must be released hands are dangerously brutalist (potentially), but the dullest spot on your earthworks body cannot be immunized when the tongue teases, pleases, & bends you and your partner into a pleasured place, that takes you faraway to another somewhere else a silly poem, indeed, to be sure, but I don’t care, do you? for this muscle must be worked like every other, it’s sensory buds remember every neck, I have ever illuminated, electrified, writ upon, shocking our entire bodies with thunderbolts of arousal what matters this? this self~same shy contrivance, well hid in the cave confines of a dark mouth, carries with it’s moveable shaping, the simplest of message: we are crossing over, configured boundaries, breaking into them in unusual fashion, instigating a gratification superior, for when the tongues writes upon each others body, each tongue unique, in possess of its own “fingerprint,” ^^^ it is writing, reciting, imprinting only love poetry only silently, but in a rawest ethereal, with a cotton-soft firm directness, that no spoken poem, (yes, a tongue’s another methodology) can truly totally accurately convey

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Nov 2, 2025

Nov 2, 2025 at 10:56 AM UTC

onlylovepoetry

when our tongues touch, entwine, divine... affine^

does this major muscle of muscle^^ receive the merit, multi of many, it provides? movement, taste, and function, but mostover, it is the ***** extends ourselves, connecting two in ways no other can, for it extends, unifies, connects, making our parallels, parallel, and modifies our two lines-line into one single long connectivity I, acknowledge that when I need to sway, ****** in an instant, ****** the tongue is my go-to device that rarely fails, when it tingles thine receptors of sensuality fingers are adequately fine, for the mundane rubbing stroking, eyes can catch, eventually, must be released hands are dangerously brutalist (potentially), but the dullest spot on your earthworks body cannot be immunized when the tongue teases, pleases, & bends you and your partner into a pleasured place, that takes you faraway to another somewhere else a silly poem, indeed, to be sure, but I don’t care, do you? for this muscle must be worked like every other, it’s sensory buds remember every neck, I have ever illuminated, electrified, writ upon, shocking our entire bodies with thunderbolts of arousal what matters this? this self~same shy contrivance, well hid in the cave confines of a dark mouth, carries with it’s moveable shaping, the simplest of message: we are crossing over, configured boundaries, breaking into them in unusual fashion, instigating a gratification superior, for when the tongues writes upon each others body, each tongue unique, in possess of its own “fingerprint,” ^^^ it is writing, reciting, imprinting only love poetry only silently, but in a rawest ethereal, with a cotton-soft firm directness, that no spoken poem, (yes, a tongue’s another methodology) can truly totally accurately convey