**AUTHOR’S NOTE: Name and circumstances changed to protect…the Author!
At a doctor’s office new to him,
Was coaxed by a welcoming wind…
His loins agreed,
On something he could not pretend.
All women his records reviewed,
By “Becky”** he was interviewed…
What can we say
Happened that day,
Or what the man construed?
Tingling in his loin muscles,
As if something need hustle…
Straight into being
A swell way of seeing,
The feelings he must tussle!
Becky–older but not old–
Formed in an attractive mold…
Dark red hair
All freckles were there,
Hands slightly wrinkled…but made of gold.
White lace skirt above the knee,
Smoothed down near constantly…
Held enticing airs,
Blouse was brown in white polka dot seas.
Something in the way she asked
Her questions in doing her task…
Answers she was awaiting,
He openness wasn’t masked!
Highly welcome delights,
Gotten with Becky’s insights….
He never complained–
But kept himself in check and aware! 🙂