In on of my recent grasslandic voyages, I was bitten by the analogy bug. Quite bad, less of a sting and more of a love bite. As my mental graphic tirade journeyed from gay parades to post, I popped another trip candy in. Then came the analogy of the millenium, you know, ones that come only once in like, many months.
Girls and Candy. Perfect.
So what would make the perfect companion?
Those little pellets of Orange candy? The dissolve quickly, permeate your senses with a distinct flavour, leave some not-so-pretty but worth a laugh residue on your tongues, and every time you bite them they deliver this, well, tangy, spine tickling citric orgasm. Certainly not a perfect companion, more like a one-night stand, or a nice quickie. A friend of mine found two pellets wrapped together, so I guess he got lucky with the twins.
Bubblegum? Maybe, they last long for sure. But they're also shapeless, ill-flavoured, stick all over you if try blowing bubbles and are evidently messy. You can't have too many and most of all, you certainly can't swallow them. Aging, irritable, tasteless, fat, old, boring. Copulative analogies impossible.
Then comes me trump. The one candy that defines companionship. The lollipop. Its just brilliant, the last very long, have an amazing amount of flavour, awlays have a trick up their sleeve when you reach the centre. They're visually appealing, minimalistic but beautifully dressed, cheap and stay by your side as long as they last. They're not hidden like the pellets or incessantly bitten like the gum. You can pull them out anytime you want. Admire the colours blurring together and the contours that your tongue just gave it. It fades away slowly but there is no sadness, just the unending and inevitable dollops of pleasure that overwhelm you. And whenever you feel kinky you can give it a little bite.
An when it does end, it doesn't just disappear like the selfish orange candy. Nor does it end up dead wrapped in a piece of paper or stuck on someone's shoe like the gum. It leaves a slender reminder of how good she was, a plastic twig that you can look at and smile for a fleeting second atleast.