What I'll Miss Most about You
...is your tongue
It's rough padding...
Both hot and cold..
licking me to the core of my soul
I focused on that part of you with exquisite delight
You parted my lips...
like turning the pages of a book.
tracing the layers of my pussy
like you were thumbing through the yellow pages
You used to lick my thighs
like a Bomb pop on a hot summer's day
off the back of the Ice Cream man's truck
How on earth did you learn linguistics so cunningly??
I will miss how devastatingly accurate your tongue was
How it knew each spot to lick...to speak to...for the proper outcome
My neck became a well to drink from
My toes became lollipops
My fingers the most delicate morsel
My nipples...hard chocolate drops
My lips tingled at your touch
But my clitoris reaped the benefits
IT was as if your tongue had the gate code to me
IT was able to unlock every key
IT was able to pluck and coerce me
Under your tutelage...my body became a fine, tuned instrument.
Yes...what I'll mist most about you ....is your tongue
The only part of you worth anything
The only part that spoke the truth.
Just a 30-something African-American woman living in the Deep South's largest metropolis (for now) who is a lover of all things shoe...the higher the heel..the better...who is also navigating the world of dating, mating, and all things in-between post-divorce.
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