Her painted silhouette jumps out from the page,
Eyeing you with a lustfulness that intrigues.
You created her that way, did you not?
You created her that way, did you not? Or did she tell you what she wanted?
Your intention was not to feel this way
About a woman who is not real,
A woman you made up for yourself.
And yet, she stares you down with eyes of wanton,
Begging you to feel her,
Begging you to feel her, naked.
She begs you,
She begs you, with her eyes.
So, you paint her over again.
This time, in the nude.
As your new creation unfurls on your page,
You see a different set of eyes watch you.
She looks changed,
But not in the way you had in mind.
Still beautiful but, this time, with sad eyes.
Eyes that do not seek your attention,
Eyes that never asked to be naked.
It dawns on you that--
It dawns on you that-- That first woman did not ask to be undressed.
Was that your assumption?
Was that your assumption? Did your fantasy mind decide for you?
Was that your assumption? Did your fantasy mind decide for you? Did you ask her what she wanted?
You realize it was you who wanted her,
Not the other way around.
You were desperate,
You were desperate, not her.
Your assumption was wrong.
xoxo -@genevieve ©️Genevieve Kubica