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

ravenous soul.

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.