This poem paints the layered myth of a woman — a matryoshka doll wrapped in irony, sensuality, and domestic symbolism. Beneath humor and culinary metaphors lies a vivid assertion of ****** autonomy. The female form here is not hidden or shamed — it shines, playful and defiant, like an emerald sun in the desert. A subtle yet potent manifesto of body as a right — to own, to enjoy, to radiate.