Worse for wear

		Do you realise what it does to us?
		Each time you walk in
		Flaunting as much skin as possible -
		Even without meaning to -
		"They're just comfortable"
		"I like how they look on me"
		You cause us to struggle
		And often enough also to sin.
		Do you realise how distracting it is
		To have a beautiful girl talking to you
		And a beautiful cleavage also so close by?
		The self-control it takes
		Never to gaze anywhere but the face
		Is incredibly hard to get.
		You desire us not to see you 
		Simply as bodies
		But to see you as people,
		Yet you continue to wear things
		That draw attention to your physical form,
		Your body,
		Your breasts -
		That which you don't want us looking at!
		Or is it a thing of power for you?
		That a measure of your beauty
		Is how much you make a guy's heart leap
		As he sees an excess of skin,
		And more so -
		Visible skin where it should not be.

		Understand this -
		What I write is from one
		Who knows it is a sin
		To see more than passingly,
		To look more than once at
		That of a female figure;
		One who tries not to
		As he wishes not to sin so often
		And wound God with his longing glances -
		Understand that not all men are like that,
		That most see no problem
		In seeing you as simply a body,
		Or in having a lust drive their 'love' for you.
		You wish to be good to us 
		And have us treat you like people more easily?
		Then know of our struggle
		And do not show us cleavage and excessive skin
		When you're supposed to be looking 'good'.