It was inevitable the scent of toasted coconut always reminded me of that different time when she planted an unexpected (yet, expected) kiss on my lips, then, subsequently, as her lips left mine, and using her hand pushed me away slightly and said Hey! You taste like coconut cream pie, mister! and I complimented her on her teal cashmere turtleneck pullover sweater and matching Rayon slacks, and she said I was just buttering her up, and when I asked if she, in fact, enjoyed, nah liked, coconut cream pie, she give me a curt smile.
Love in the time of Gloria.
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