thou shalt not look

Gaze not young man. Lest your mind be snared. Beware those curves which give chase the thoughts, and make race the hearts of men.

Spare yourself the torment and resist the urge to trace the lines of her back, from her hair, down to the lace that so poorly obscures that to which your eyes are drawn.

Wrest your eyes upward, and defy the gravity of her flesh. For the pleasure you seek lies not where her body suggests.

Because your heart belongs to another, for who’s sake you must guard it against its most fearsome adversary — your own selfish desires.