Blameless Poem by John Sensele

Not my fault if your eyes stray out of bounds
Straining your breath
The more you fail to negotiate grounds
That expose your shortage of sentimental stealth.

Not my fault if my curves drive you crazy
Catching your contrived control unawares
When your honesty grows hazy
The more aware you become of my female wares.

Not my fault if my presence pulverizes your resistance
When perchance our hands touch
Not that I engineer such a circumstance
That makes you dream we were a match.

Not my fault if my attire shoots dopamine through the roof
Plunging you into a zone of discomfort
Which exudes a distinctive puerile proof
You no longer enjoy a measure of control comfort.