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...

Karl Stuart Kline

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/3-31-the-caress-chastised/