Mystical Miss Tickle's place is
where linguistic type, and spaces
represent gapped smiles on faces;
tongues in cheeks no more withstanding
men, despite their bites demanding
consequence of tensions mounting.
One, two, three - Some come while counting.
Miss Tickle demands her due too;
by eloquence of mention through you.
Though I've known such feat of mention
relative to hypertension,
feet may meet what's paved by walking.
Tongues aren't always just for talking.