He could almost taste the warm caramel on his tongue.

He could still taste the bitter wine on his tongue.

But she bit hard and really tasted blood on her tongue.

She tasted the wine, just a hint of it, on his tongue.

Close enough to taste his pulse on my tongue like candy.

So afraid that I could taste something flat and metallic on my tongue.

He seemed to taste the grit on his own tongue.

The words tasted bitter on his tongue, even as he said them.

Hell, I could almost taste his skin on my tongue.

There was not the usual respect in the young man's voice, and the woman tasted fear on her own tongue.