A Dance of Tounges 3-3-10
With a touch of starteledness,
lips gently meet for a first date,
slowly they find comfort in the close dance...
Like wandering hands a tounge nudges,
and is allowed entrance to pink taste buds secreted away...
Almost as if new to this experiance,
it begins to join the waltz,
twirling around in a found agreement...
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