A pic for the poem

here's smthg I wrote back in 2008 & more can be found here http://rambling-flowerspasms.blogspot.ch

Her rotund shape
promises delights of the flesh,
Her flushed cheeks glow
of a fresh sweetness within
but her skin, tough and hard
like a veteran whore
disguises the beauty within;
a chameleon.

Only the adventurous
and the patient
have a chance
to peel away
at her coriaceous facade
to discover her inner delights
of corpuscle gems nesting;
blood red.

Careful! Premature anticipation
of the bitter sweet liquid
May stain fingers
as you gently pry,
& peel the membrane
delicately osculate with lips
the pregnant ruby seeds;
love beads.

The greedy take her
as she comes.
The patient,
torturously wait
and savour their work of
interaction & extraction
to the very end;
Sado-masochists.

A momentary pleasure
assaults the senses
but in passing
leaves an aftertaste of regret.
Gone too soon, wanting more
It's too easy to become
a serial lover
of the pomegranate.