I Like To Look

If I could wear your breasts today
I’d treat them extra gently, and
in that way I’d get to fondle
rather than abuse a right you
claim I never had, a fondling space
that’s reached its use-by date. I’ve
thought about it much of late,
your breasts I mean, the right can
wait, because I rarely get to cop
a decent feel.

The deal, you say,
is keep away - indefinitely. You know
I need to exercise my hands and
mind – that’s why I pat your sweet
behind each time I pass; it is a classy
ass which asks with cheekiness
and sass to be admired.
And as the child within me says
I like to look, but understand,
I can only see if I use my hands.
© I.D. Carswell 2007