Stature
She stands
Firm on feet
Resembles peach tree
Wide angled has one knee
A poster in distance; sexy hip
Forcibly she's slid in tight jeans
Maroon topped; right hand is free
She is a pomegranate; green-red is skin
He alone in a car and busy with his thoughts:
"Her hair forms stamen; persistent calyx."
He smiles and goes on:
"Stamen cluster, leathery exocarp, fleshy mesocarp."
Rolls window; looks at her:
"Hey lady pomegranate, will you give me some seeds? "
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