Let's see if this don't get you all hot and bothered! It's one of those poems I'm not really trying to make good. It just felt good to write, and there you have it.

Tongue of Kisses

The way you kissed me said,
There’s something I know about you
that even you don’t know
But believe me
you’re about to find out,
and my skin listened.
Each part of me you reached for
leapt up to meet your touch.
My body was an ear,
perked and poised,
awaiting the dialect of your lips;
their eloquent expressions,
their whispers,
their shouts.
My passion translated
each warm word
of your sensual secret
into a speech
I could comprehend.

Our mouths
had come to an understanding,
and your tongue
spoke the same language
as mine.