Like a pomegranateMature

I use to see it as spam

I never could see the appeal

I would take a pocket mirror and lower it down there

All I ever saw was flesh.

I suppose I wanted to be part of the air brushed world,

Until I ate a pomegranate.

I unpeeled it and took out the juicy seeds

As I watched my finger nails imbedded red

I pondered the reveal,

The sheer thrill of anticipation.

The ache of wanting.

Picking out the ariles one by one.

I don't know if I'll ever be a bedroom goddess and compel my lover to unfold me

But I won't cross my legs tightly and smile sheepishly anymore

Not when I have such tart decandance ready to be savoured

The End

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