Pomegranates are delectable,

Eaten daintily,

Ripped open to reveal a shimmer of red,

Seeds encased in sweet succulent flesh,

Plucked from between the pale membrane,

Juice like blood drips from my fingers,

Sun ripened fruit tickles my tastes buds,

An onslaught of tantalizing flavors

Entices me for more.

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