He never even glances

He never even glances at any beautiful form
No pain on his face from his eyes being torn
It seems as if all he sees are faces
All lewd things he seems to replace

He never even glances at any beautiful girl
His eyes never move downward on any bend, twist, or twirl
Thin, voluptuous, curves never tease his eyes
His gaze never caught by alluring breasts, stomachs, thighs

He never even glances, not even to judge
Never gives a second look to a girl with a showing pudge
Never makes a comment when too much skin shows
If he ever peeks, he must remained composed

Yep, I've never seen him glance at a body, not one time
Except a moment ago, when he stared at mine