a poem by R. Jay Slais
The Greatest Fear
my age advanced enough to be here. The doctor, as if a maintenance man will reach up inside, unscrew my prostate bulb, inspect for damage then plug it back in, saying "please breathe now" to see if it shines. The twist, an attractive nurse trainee, her bikini body imagined under the flowered smock. It is her first day, my ass the first probing she is paid to observe. I stand exposed, gown opened, my greatest fear not the forthcoming diagnosis or the pressure soon to be felt inside as the doctor, glove smeared with lube, fingers the spot. I am scared to become aroused as the experienced nurse fondles my parts to show the young woman the most proper way to touch a man. |