What Kind of Mistake Was This?

She sat unperturbed, at ease,

Her attire pulled up to her knees.

In the mirror’s gaze, the beauty of her form,

Pride and perfection in her own norm.

Lost in cleanliness, her heart was light,

But in a moment, fate took its bite.

She touched with a finger, thoughtless and blind,

A wave of desire surged, her heart confined.

She moved a little, passion awakened,

A moment of pleasure, her heart shaken.

But instantly, a thought crossed her mind,

This flame was not real, just a deceptive kind.

Shakira, oh! What kind of mistake was this?

This fire was not the one that burned in my chest.