"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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