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pommy way

sliding hand through first to make a space
as i push through the pomegranate seeds
hands caress the tight plump fruit
the juice absorbing into my pours
and i sweating it’s juice, we becoming one
as the same, alkaline is not acid
the negative not the whole
looking out as i am the seed
hoping to grow someday
not fearing the path that lays ahead
as one partakes in my fruit
by the parting of the skin
oozing as i get bruised
seeping into you and through
one groans with the essence’s
slipping down their chin, with a big grin
squirts for you  or on you  for added enjoyment
could send shrills of new pleasure
as unknown to man
sent from the flood
as redeeming the fruit

Inspired while reading- What Does the Other Have
by Cory Garcia

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