He licked my hand with a tiny, pink tongue.

The tiny tongue of yellow flame grew to a conflagration in a second or two.

Her tiny tongue worked as if she were trying to form the same sounds.

Two breaths more, and there was a tiny tongue of flame.

Her tiny tongue trying to imitate Penny's words of comfort.

Two tiny pink tongues flicked out and moved from left to right in unison.

A tiny pink tongue worked its way around the bow of his lips.

Yes, on the land ahead there was a tiny tongue of fire.

A tiny red tongue like a drop of blood licked across his pale lips.

I could feel the tiny tongue mopping the crevices of my left ear.