Twister.

Mouths of broken tongue
collapsed beneath
a bowl poured full of saliva
that tasted the birth
of an anticipation and numbing
said taste my taste buds
cause they’ve been running
under the stream of soft yoghurt
and waves of French
said I know you want me
and Cheshire smiled
moist glint in your eye
flashed, flashed, purred
of struggled inhale
warmth against walls
leaned upon arrows
of tough tug-o-war
and smelt the near flesh
panting, bursting
a volcanic rush
and those lava envelopes
gulped and swallowed
a mouth of running nectar
said taste my
sticky breath, sticky breath
with glue between your teeth
stuck me to you
a handlebar of sugar cocktails
a cavity of delight
a fight of pillow tongue