Tentative—
What a beautiful, apropos word for my mouth to capture. Even in speaking the word does my tongue perform a dance that lends credence to its meaning; the three delicate t‘s are timid pecks of the tongue to the roof of my mouth, each touch asking a question. Do you want me? Are you with me? Do you understand me? It is then followed by the slow-burn buzz of the v, almost like a love letter to indecision.
Oh, such uncertainty and possibility captured in one lovely word.
Daily Post prompt: Tentative
meta t h e r e s a 
Your title should be spelled ‘onomatopoeia’. giving it 7 syllables.
It’s what a dog does near the door if you don’t let him out soon enough. 😆
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Wow u do so like the word. Really well written nice one
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