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!. 
Oh, but please down get a fright! I've seen the light, at last. 
But, I digress, please spectate as I undress my fears, my joy, my love, my lust. 
I'll only be waiting and watching in the dust.

Oh, but please don't get a fright. I withdraw like rigor mortis, as I transcend metamorphosis. 
Night has fallen, sleep tight, and sweet dreams. 
Rest assured; I will put you at your ease.......