#103: The geography of my tongue (part uno)

In the roll of your name
Against the chill of ice
While tasting the air
Inside your mouth

Exploring within
Licking the envelope
A letter to you
While sipping on tea

In a silent squirm
And loud screams
At the peak of a touch
In the warmth called you

Finding the crevice of a bone
At dinner with you
Wetting my lip
Pudding for dessert

The latitude of it all
And the intersection
At the longitude of ours
The geography of my tongue
Through a few deep sighs
And one helluva poem. ; )

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