Sitting on
your strong capacious tongue
is what I
loved to do when I was young.
Textured,
warm and long, it did not chafe.
It made me
feel inordinately safe.
I knew,
somehow, that it would never follow
you would
ever think to lap me up and swallow.
But if you’d
planned to do so – and I knew it –
I doubt I ever would have thought to rue it..
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