The sharpness of it's edge

Today I'm thinking about tongues. How wonderful and useful they are. An exceedingly complex muscle that can change shape, mold itself to many situations, and pass on an exacting amount of pressure. It can form words and tie cherry stems.

The soft flick or the rough press. The feel of the edge and the tip. So different. And everyone uses their tongue differently. Some people prefer to (sadly) keep it hidden away, as though shy. Others will let it fall out of their mouth and drag it's length along your skin. Still others only let it escape the prison of the mouth briefly, preferring to pull back coyly. So different. So wonderful.

One woman I knew years ago was amazing. Not only could she use her tongue physically, but she also knew just what to say, at just the right moment.

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