There are ways of eating pomegranates in Iran.
In Persia we soften the fruit by pressing into it hard,
Then we bite the flesh to release the juices.
With my lips on your not quite a clit,
Not quite a cock,
Your special swell of flesh,
Your knob of berry,
Holding you down,
My palms flat upon your thighs,
Pressed down hard,
I can’t help myself,
And I growling nip your labia,
My teeth white and sharp,
Each bite causing your wings to engorge all hot and ripe,
You yell with pleasure,
I feel my cunt tightening and pounding.
We burst at once,
Our red, glistening seeds open,
Our hearts open,
Juices of our fruit streaming sticky sweet,