When a girl with long dark hair has red cheeks (through no fault of her own-- exercising too long, perhaps), you want to think that they are fruit extended from the relative white of her neck. She is shaped like a supple stem with firm flesh. Bite and it gives at first, with slight resistance as the skin seperates from the pulp. It's texture is the exterior of mochi ice cream, though hot and musky. The ice cream has melted into sap. Green eyes float up from the delicacy, contrast incarnate--the colour so vibrant, a swelling shell of the seeds that gleam phenomenally.