Virtue Interruptus

My God! These women all have breasts!
Unsuckled breasts!
Ooohh! What wicked thoughts must
Turn to actions unconfessed!
They've all got breasts!
No lanterned eunuch shouting fifteen paces
Just ahead "Avert your eyes
And save your soap for scrubbing.
Breasts Ahoy! Unsuckled Breasts!"

And now I've sinned
Or am about to.
Virtue interruptus
Thank you.