Bliss and whispered Promises
Has tough skin but I always win
Mmmm the anticipation of the
Emancipation of this delectable
spectacle is quite divine.
As I tear the skin, blood red juices
stain my lips and I lick it up as I go.
Tiny tart and tangy these bright red
little "candies" are a feast for my
As I plunge my tongue in
I almost feel like it's a sin,
as I suck this tasty pleasure of mine
Each one perfectly hard and round
they all burst in my mouth Oh sweet wine!
and squirt forth sweet nectar of the Gods!
Sweet Pomegranate flesh fragrant and fresh
as an Autumn morn.