"A lump of hard candy upon a thin stick; they call it a lollipop.  Elys rolled her cerise tongue around a crimson one with the flavor of a sugared pome.  I couldn't watch the movie, for looking at her. A flock of words began to flutter in my brain, as if they had just hit puberty and wanted to form some lustful poem.  
 
I didn't say anything.  I hardly touched the popcorn, which covered the slightly throbbing pulse coming from my pants. I stole glances at her lazuline peepers; at her thin, smooth wrists; at her rude nipples snapping at the air conditioning; at the sizzle of freckles that seemed to tease reality itself….  
 
The words kept coming to me, and I was sure I could have exploded with the anticipation of constructing a kiss between our lips." 
 

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