Hirsute Women

As something sold in a store window with untold value, is the same as how I fetishize and commodify the parts of women's bodies.
Broken down into preferences without much meaning.
The bodies of Hirsute women. The daughters of Eve who give the illusion they are free of rules.
I have become trapped again in this illusion of happiness. No matter how many times I give it, i can never seem to break this chain of slavery. This slavery to a habit which keeps me
from the beauty of the world outside.
Birds look at me from the window guessing when I'll turn the doorknob, when I'll turn my attention to them
But my eyes cannot break the cycle of my lusts.
I am getting married soon, it should mean something to me.