Doe-eyed Dolly

“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?