I stroked her lovely breast, <br />But not at her request... <br />It was spontaneous <br />Affection between us, <br />So was my honest thought... <br />Now I’m told it was not! <br /> <br />For which I am chastised <br />And stand here mortified, <br />Just because that light touch <br />Turned out to be too much. <br /> <br />I try to understand <br />Why it was out of hand <br />For me to go once more <br />Where I had been before <br />As a caress so light <br />When we had kissed goodnight, <br /> <br />But then she’s angered more <br />That she was out the door, <br />Already on her way <br />To home and couldn’t stay...<br /><br />Karl Stuart Kline<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/3-31-the-caress-chastised/
