(3.31) The Caress (Chastised!) Poem by Karl Stuart Kline

I stroked her lovely breast,
But not at her request...
It was spontaneous
Affection between us,
So was my honest thought...
Now I’m told it was not!

For which I am chastised
And stand here mortified,
Just because that light touch
Turned out to be too much.

I try to understand
Why it was out of hand
For me to go once more
Where I had been before
As a caress so light
When we had kissed goodnight,

But then she’s angered more
That she was out the door,
Already on her way
To home and couldn’t stay...