Sleeping, topless, deeply rested

She was so superbly-breasted

That I felt I must –unheeded - sneak

And tweak them a reverential tweak.

So stretching timorously… slow,

(Intending just to touch…and go)

I inched toward her gingerly

Till – cruelly and disastrously -

My feet (both) skidded under me!

Propelling me head-longingly.

(And turning my adoring touch

Into a crude, lascivious clutch!)

 

It`s painful now to tell the rest:

How she woke and found me `at` her chest,

And rained me a rapid rain of blows

That shattered both my teeth and nose.

 

(As this sad tale just goes to show:

Never (illicitly)  touch and go.)