Bawdy Parts

I wish I could recall precisely what made me write this poem. Ah well, here it is ------ .

It happened when her armour slipped:
eyes glimpsed flesh, hands clawed at it
another member (was this the sin?)
responded--naturally--to skin.

They were judged harsh: they were banned
as if the episode were planned.
God-given parts (could they do better?)--
seeing a slip, they came
to get her.