Mine is the blame

I led you on,
When your hand strayed
When it brushed my cheek
It was I that willed it so.

You hang your head,
You think that you did wrong
But it is not so.

Did you not see how I moved?
I am no nervous mare
To shy from your touch.

More: I am the cat,
And I rubbed my cheek long
Against your hand. And
Pleasured myself with that touch.

Do not despair!
Do not take the blame,
When you dare to say you want me
I am yours.