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Chocolate Lips

His tongue moved over his lips and I wondered if he could taste it– the sweetness.

As if his words were fading in and out, the world moved in jagged slow motions, as I stared at his lips– full and beautiful and chocolate stained.

“Here’s a napkin,” I told him abruptly.

He smiled, held it in his hand and continued speaking. Innocent, boyish.

“There’s chocolate on your mouth,” I finally said.

Startled, he wiped his mouth with the napkin. Even still, on the edge of his bottom lip, a small smudge remained.

“Is it gone?” he asks me.

“Yes. It’s gone.”