“It was friendly. Mostly." I guzzled the coffee like it was a drug. "Tounge?" "Have you ever had a friendly tounge kiss?" "Yes, as a matter of fact, but that's my story. I want to hear yours.”
“Every tounge bit had another word to say.”
“I want to take you until you are boneless. I want to drain you of strength. I want to fill you and take my fill of you. My dear, Ivy, I want to devour you. I want your juices on my toung, flooding my mouth. I want your wetness on my face, your scent covering me. I want your blood in my veins.”
“I just gave my cat a bath. Now how do I get all this fur off my tounge?”
“Kitty need's a tounge bath”
“Magistrate: May I die a thousand deaths ere I obey one who wears a veil!Lysistrata: If that's all that troubles you, here take my veil, wrap it round your head, and hold your tounge. Then take this basket; put on a girdle, card wool, munch beans. The War shall be women's business.”