Allow My Tongue

Female version of now famous poem by Arjun DS Pahwa

She says, “Allow my tongue
to have a long walk on you,
from the base of your throat
to the hot-hard iceberg between your thighs,
and on the way, let it lose its way too, yes,
let it swim on the vast ocean of your chest,
lapping and slurping, let it go rolling down,
and take a deep dive into the whirlpool
of your navel,
let it wrestle with the saltiness
and sweetness exuding from your waist,
maybe roll over so that it can
walk long hours on the
two firm round twin-islands,
also let it explore the sweet split
between the islands,
and spend a few minutes into the deep hollow,
oh, roll over again so that it can
finally start to, yes, climb the iceberg,
roll around it, moistening it, making it shine,
let it all wriggle and waggle on the iceberg
to increase the temperature,
let it keep increasing the temperature
to such a high degree that
iceberg finally melts with a splendid explosion,
filling my mouth with all those
sweet minerals.”