Though I be a tender woman, a docile fragile flower
I do have my claws
Although my sex may be deemed delicate
I fight with amour and teeth like no other
I fight with my words
They bite into hearts
They freeze up the brain
They make your mind go blank
and your tongue go numb
and that's just the first part
The venom will ~ writhe in your blood
For this vipers poison is like a drug
In a few hours you'll be
cursing vehemently between your
gnashing teeth
white knuckled fist
raging, clasping and unfurling your ridged fingers
imaging my dainty throat entrapped in their menacing embrace
Your blood will boil and your mind will swim with all the tortures you would dearly love to inflict
upon me
this tender, fragile, defenseless woman...
You love to hate me