The Geisha

A work of art , always the centre of attention,she was his showpiece, his pride ,she was stunning , simply stunning , wherever he went she was always assuredly by his side.The fact is ,he felt awkward without her ,but with her he felt like a king ,all eyes applauded , the wives murmured, the fake smiles , but the envy evident the men swooned , and he loved it.. She was his ,like any other of his possessions, paid and bought in full . Without her he didn't exist ,, he was unnoticed ,he just sat there , invisible, she completed him,to family ,to friends to galas, balls , he ensured she was there. Smiling ,dancing ,entertaining , wooing and how she loved to dance ,she loved to ,while he watched ,he liked that men found her attractive , like the jealousy of his peers ,how was he able to win her ,they often asked She had got so accustomed to it ,from a tender age , she realised she had that lure ,that appeal , men always found her exotic,sexy , so different , her mother realised that too , charm school , dance school , she was always being prepared ,and when that day came , she walked into that room ,assumed that role ,she became the Geisha . But was she happy ? What do you think ?