Women

With it's spikes,

And it's beauty,

Something everyone likes,

Something feeling as though its nudity.

As pink as lose, as green as nature,

How could anyone resist?

Some don't grow up, stay immature,

Somehow secure, somehow in danger.

Sometimes bought illegally, sometimes stolen.

Sometimes given by a friend, sometimes met as a stranger.

Sometimes they defend themselves and make you recoil.


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