You tied my tongue in knots
You made my speech so clumsy
And my words tripping over themselves.

I love to study the ways, places and manners you articulate
The vibration in your Glottis
Your white as snow Dental
The air through your Nasal
Oh! It makes my heart Plosive.

Perhaps,my lips weren't made for kissing
They are for bilabial purpose
I fear they've forgotten its been years since I practiced
Speaking the language of the bodies
Of heated palms and parted lips of skin on skin.

How about the tip of my tongue
Touching my upper teeth
When I call your name
Its so romantic and romantic it is!

I voiced out when you're by my right
But at my left hand side you made me voiceless
IPA keys rhyme the half long.