If someone invented a thermometer that measured weirdness, it would probably melt under my tongue.
Odd ThomasI plunged into him, kissing him like I was flame and he was wood, our tongues igniting
The Possibility of UsI prefer statues silent, rather than of ears with tongues sticking out and licking out loudly.
This Book is Not FOR SALEkisses happen when my morning blueberry muffin sails slowly upon my savoring tongue.
A touch, a tear, a tempest