El recuerdo que estremece y sonroja

Tell your tongue to stop appearing in my thoughts at inconvenient moments, for thinking about it and moistening myself with its memory has made me miss one or two topics of the training I'm attending. No, do you know what? Better not say anything, let her return freely to my memories, so you'll have me a little close. Tell her that in my memory, the sensations she provoked are still very fresh, and that every time I remember her, I shudder and blush. I know your tongue likes to torment me, but please choose more opportune moments, for example when I'm thinking of you alone in my room, remembering you, almost feeling like you're beside -or above- mine. I know your tongue likes to make me twist with pleasure, whether physically or at a distance, but please have mercy and wait for our reunion where we can mix our moistures again.