her_tongue lux her redeeming feature was her tongue. she'd show it off, spreading it wide, like a douchebag telling everyone about the size of his dick, except in this case, i liked it. her tongue was perfect for me. along with her lips, her tongue would kiss me softly or aggressively, depending on the mood. she pet every inch of my skin. she'd use words to fill me up, indulge my intellectualism, spew poetic bullshit; i fell for every last piece. she abused her poetic license, she broke me down. her brain torn in half as lips open, wailing; lips open, pulsating: her mouth told me lies, and neglected truths. there is a difference. she used words against me, parading them as my own, sliding them off that beautiful tongue in between kisses. words betrayed me for her. she lives in lies, i live in truths. there is a difference, i keep telling myself. 150722 what's it to you? who go blather from