That thing behind our teeth, that thing that helps us speak, articulate our words, make us sound absurd. The tongue is double-edged, it can hurt or it can heal, the tongue is like being on death row, but getting a delicious last meal.

Who can control the Tongue's power? With words I can hurt someone's feelings and with words I can make them feel better. With words I can call someone stupid and I can call someone clever.

Tongues can assist in saying "I love you" or "I hate you.". Tongues can be in the midst of kissing or sticking out in disgust. It has a two-faced approach, I can curse or I can bless, I can lie or I can confess.

Can you control the power of the tongue?

Bic flics as you
place me
between your fingertips
Guide me to your lips and
INHALE
Taste me on your tongue
Before you cast me out
In a cloud of smoke
And watch me disappear
French inhale
As I swirl around you
Bring me back in
For round two

An integral trait
that protected and built
in her, withers.
Curses slowly slithers
off her tongue
leaving her soul stung,
for she swore never to say
on any day.

Reputation tarnished;
label faded;
mind polluted,
for she no longer felt demure
and pure.

Enticed by the modern world;
contamination injects,
mutating and leaving her
not able to recognize herself.
For now she stares in the
restroom mirror,
shedding tears
over her shedding skin.

Your tongue like a knife
carved into me,
digging deeper and deeper
with every jab.
Taking the most important pieces,
my heart, my lungs, my mind,
holding them for ransom
until there was nothing left for me to give,
you had my everything.

The best whiskey goes down
smooth as the silky tongue
of a curvaceous young woman.
There are times when we desire
sips from brands known to bite
the back of the throat
with the gratifying sting
of fingernails dug in
between our shoulder blades.
Funny how the sensations
of pleasure and pain
have more in common
than we realize.