By Raja Doake (meese42@mailcity.com)
Date: 28 March 1998

Why Am I Happier With My Tongue In My Own Mouth?

It's a nice kiss,
not too shallow...
-or deep, for that matter.
(You're a damn good kisser)
Something's off. It's me.
Is it just nerves? 
What do I fear?
All I want, suddenly,
  is for this to end.
The stray tickle,
Right up your spine.
...it makes you pull away,
 laughing,
You almost bit your tongue.
(Not to mention mine)

Note: I know that this doesn't even come close to touching 
most of the stuff I've seen in The Blender of Love, 
but right now it's my best shot. 
I only started it seven minutes ago anyway.