Get It as I Need It

There has yet to be a man who touches so gently,
fingers reaching, non-trembling palms confident
awaiting panties touching the floor; as instructed,
not corrupted by the line of women I know want to
hear his opinions concerning their vaginal linings,
his timing with soft words almost scheduled like
our one-on-one meetings, lasting anywhere between
five to 30 minutes,
informative to the point where dependency is developing,
it is only our third time yet I’m totally engulfed in him,
it would be wrong of me to lust him,
so I stick to appreciation,
elation always follows our interactions,
him touching my inner canal, deep,
leaves cervix bending, contractions,
pulsating, crossing legs, hoping he doesn’t notice,
comforting, he tells me,
“its normal, relax until involuntary movement subsides,”
the space between my thighs is his to explore until
he is needed no more,
when the opportunity presents itself I’ll do as I did before,
get his number off the refrigerator door,
972.58O.BGYN