Nipples positioned, with one serving as permanent stand-by back up to other
Pairs of similar kinds to the progenitors systemic organs; and yet, each pair appeared cuddled in a tray of tenderness
The alignment within and without the frame exuded discretionary perpendiculars
Moulded in the mortars of celestial molten vulva
Once hardened, the form was fixed; awaiting the next eruptuous episode
Woman! The woo-of-man or the woe-of-man?
The senseless one quizzes!
Forgetting that she sums up creation
Touch or leave her, and you shall never go unaffected
In touch, she meanders the path of untold bends and mirrors the shadows of buried history
In redrawal, she forges the formidable resistance that disorganises the frontiers of mortal morality; and, she seemingly helps reinforce the cervix of ingrained material incest
To be or not to be?... Her dilemma through the dawn of dusk; a repetitive cycle to the ages end
In suppression, she multiplies
In repression, she engulfs
In depression, she infects
In recreation, she emancipates
In digression, she summarily executes
She is not merely another creation
She was formed without been made
On her is engraved the word "B.E.W.A.R.E" in gold pellets
Man would have raved and ranted in mundane madness without her
But now, with her being, mans sanity is assured
BEWARE o Man,
For the one you seek at dawns morn is gold-pellets LABELLED:
"Women's jars, Men's wars"
Grab while you may.
International Women's Day celeb.
To all my wonderful and gracious lady pals,
CheersCheers and blessings.