“Doe-eyed dolly– look, don’t touch”
Reads the sign that sits beside me
You long to own what isn’t yours–
I’m just too tantalizing.
I wake up, get dressed, do my hair
And paint over my cheeks and lips;
You long to smudge my makeup
As your eyes trace out my hips.
You long to poke and prod and press me
As you mentally undress me–
You tell yourself it’s my design
That your gaze halts between my thighs.
“Doe-eyed dolly– look, don’t touch”
The old ladies love to say.
They gape and gossip about my curves
Like it’s a choice I made.
Every step is somehow a scandal
When your smile shines like mine.
I’m fast and furious because i’m female;
I’m seductive without ever trying.
An object of desire causes trial by fire–
Witches burned for so much less.
You scorn my build, reject my frame,
All so that you may avoid blame.
“Doe-eyed dolly– do not touch”
Barks the boy boasting my hand,
He says he loves his baby girl
As he grabs me like a man.
When I ignore your shouts
You claim i’m playing hard to get–
Of course a doe-eyed doll like me
Would want to be your pet.
Resistance makes me hotter
When you smell blood in the water;
You say you’ve always loved my hair
As you twirl a ringlet,
I back away,
I say “Not yours,”
You only say, “Not yet.”
“Doe-eyed dolly– please don’t touch”
You reach out to claim my thigh.
Your hands bend and bind and break me;
Aren’t I pretty when I cry?