‘Emeralds’
Olivia moves her pale skinned face in close to mine and my eyelids glide shut like the pneumatic movement of a tape-deck door on an expensive high-fidelity stereo system.
Her lips are warm plump satin upon mine. I smell the warmth of her exhaled breath. It’s not sweet, it’s not bitter, it’s almost like the aroma of warm buttered popcorn.
I melt a little as I feel the moisture of her lips tug lightly at mine as she slowly backs away and my blue eye’s part to see her eyelids separating and revealing emerald pools of speckled green jewels.
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