Tantalizing tongues
test us terribly to totter
from truth, tumbling
into torrential tastes
that in time will taunt.
Languid laps of
luxurious liquid lines
lingering lusciously
on your lovely lips;
then la-la-la-la-la-la!
Wagging waddlers
wander wickedly
willing wanderlust
wilting woestricken
ones, who wonder why.
Morgan Dragonwillow is the host (co-hosted today by Esther Jones) of OctPoWriMo. Esther says:
Maybe you’d like to write about your first kiss. Or giving a speech. Or something else altogether. It’s up to you. It’s your tongue. Use it.

Did your fingers cramp writing this? Amazing work, Li. 🙂
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🙂 how did you know? Thanks, Punam.
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Lol if your tongue cramped while reading mine, I guessed your fingers might have cramped writing this! 😉
You are welcome.
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What I mean is I read it aloud and my tongue cramped it was so good with all of the twisting. ❤
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Lol even mine did when I read it aloud! Thanks once again. ❤️
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Wasn’t expecting this trio of poems, each one riffing on one aspect of a tongue/talk playing with a letter, sometimes intimate, sometimes sad. The first stanza makes me think how hard ‘truth’ is to achieve.
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Thank you for your thoughtful comment, Beth. Yes it is, if it even exists in a “pure” form!
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I like the first one especially and the illustration too. (K)
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Thank you, Kerfe.
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