One Word: flavor

Honeydew. Or perhaps cantaloupe.
Pale green sugar flavored kisses.
Or perhaps, orange-pink nectar kisses
stolen from sun-warmed fuzzy bees.
Oh, there was definitely a moment when they turned the corner
and didn't start down the second set of stairs...
His kisses were sticky black grape flavored.
Pressed up against the concrete. Plum.
Soft, magnetic Opium--Indeed.