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Un Macaron, S’il Vous Plait?
One taste, I promise, love, you’ll be transported, he says, voice suave, French accent like Courvoissier, heating to your core.
A cookie, no too pedestrian, a confection, lighter than air, flavorful meringue, melts on the tongue, sigh, mouth orgasmic with texture and almond flavor; no words, a symphony of oral delight.
A glint in your eye, you steal the box of five and run.
Categories: Flash Fiction