His tongue moved over his lips, and I wondered if he could taste it, the sweetness
. His words faded out, and I knew nothing of what he spoke, the world silent and still
. All I could see was his lips, full and beautiful with chocolate staining them. Here's a napkin
, I told him
, but he didn't accept it. Just smiled, maybe he knew. Innocent and boyish, and all I could do was laugh.
I don't even like chocolate, but I wouldn't mind tasting it from him. His eyes laughing. Haunting me
There's chocolate on your mouth
, I finally said. He took the napkin then, and wiped his mouth, but still, on the edge a little smudge
. Is it gone?
he asks me.
Yes. It's gone