Ambiguity

Some sinning lies in ambiguity.

The sheer mechanics - who does what to who -
have little consequence. Their history
was written on papyrus. Who'd construe
it now, since it was lost when Caesar burned
the warehouses of Alexandria?

Or was it tossed away when Arabs turned
the rest of that archive to dust? I'm sure
you'll never recreate it through a tryst
or amours you've invented.

These themes rankle.
They lie in wait to ambush those you've kissed.
Let them suppress the praising of an ankle,
(since that could lead to lusting after shins).

And further ambiguity and sins...