Inspiration: So I could think of one, and my friend Patrice recommended truth.
Her tongue smelt of it-
It was eroded away with the discrepancy
that he had previously stung her mouth with-
every time he offered a taste of his truth.
He saliva was sickening,
and it was made up of empty particles
that salivated at inglorious desires.
The nastiness of his feel caused her to shake
and allowed him to sliver away
Yea...I kinda of hate it.