Don't Lay Hands Poem by John Sensele

Don't slay your integrity and lay hands on a woman's waist
Without her express consent and tacit approval
To enable mutually agreeable activities to taste
The flavours, favours, odours and colours bequeathed on the diva.

Don't touch a woman's a woman in erogenic zones
Without her permission and express submission
To enable hands on her boobs, to palpate bones and tones
Meant for very private exploration and consumption.

Don't dream and stream access through brutal force
Services and devices a woman deems too special
For any Jim, Jack or Harry to face and trace
In real time or in dreams deemed too bestial in a dance hall.

Don't contemplate sauntering within an ace of a woman's privacy
Lest legal action or litigation should spirit you into a dungeon
To cool your heels over harassment and sexual savagery
Too ghastly to materialise in a cubicle or in a mansion.