What a Tongue Is Truly For
She stares with anticipation
As it seems to roll about
Side to side, in and out
Oh, the things she imagines
As my lips tighten then curve
She wants what she deserves
So I give in to her entirely, I do
As, to her, I begin to recite
Her flames, they then ignite
She loves each and every spoken word
Of my poems, sometimes sung
She… simply loves my tongue
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