#104: The geography of my tongue (part dos)

Nerves tingle
Electrons jump
Neurons spark
The taste awakens
My senses
The chill goes through
And reaches my brain
In a warm summer’s night
In this cold clammy routine
Cold caffiene
It registers
The taste buds alive
Around the glass
Dipped inside
Swimming for more
The fix.

Soft lips wet and wanting
Parted
I find my way
Through your gate
And enter in to find my friend
Together we play
Dance and explore
Tickle the palate
Brushing against
On this cold icy day
In this warm fuzzy place
Senses aware
Eyes closed shut
Chest heaving
Sweat beading
The first kiss.

Recall the digits
Dial the number
Hang up and re-check
Mouth dry
A sip of water
A nervous ring
The salutation
The roll of your name
The movement
Of utter grace
And sensuous sound
On a rainy evening
In this drought of emotions
“Can you hear me?”
A crackling
After a moment
“Yes, love”
The word.

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