Paul J Penton – Songwriter

Lollipop- Daily writing March 31

Tiny fingers begin wrestling with the sweet as presented by the well meaning grandparent. Pudgy fingers grapple with the cellophane protector, it crinkles and crackles as it disrobes from the shining naked paddle, soon to be doing table tennis in his mouth. He guides it in with no thought other than the sweet sucking pleasure that will soon erupt. There’s no finesse here, no aircraft being guided into a docking bay , just a rough thrust into his mouth where the bulb of taste now sits flat like a manta ray across the four taste divisions of his tongue.

Saliva begins to engulf the paddle of pleasure that is now a dolphin gliding along on the shallows of his lagoon tongue, the paddle pointing out of his mouth ready to fire at anyone who dares invade this territory. His face now illuminated in a fire of pleasure, chubby little cheeks puffed out with a tinge of red. All seems good with the world. He moves the paddle around and it seems to have dissolved into a a web of stickiness, a limpet attached to his tongue he pulls it out of his mouth and looks at its shining gooiness and pokes a finger in its middle. The finger drags away from the surface, as if he’s popped his paw into a jar of honey. This thick molasses of sugary strings now lift off from the traffic light red raspberry confection he is converting to a river of runny sugar.