Womanhood

I am tender like a flower, sprawled like a panther, soft like a dagger.
Waiting to pierce you, I will not make you stagger. 
I sit pretty, cross legged, waiting for you appraisal. 
Firmly embedded in a lagoon of earthworms, snails, and emotion. 

My neck has thorns in my upper echelons. 
Watch me grow as I glow!. 
Don't hide me from sight! I'll fight with all my fickle might!. 
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