I lay on my back, a forced, tight smile, Counting moments, each one a slow, dread mile, My legs in stirrups, exposed to their gaze, Their questions probe, unmasking my ways. Comparing me to perfection, their prized fair, My soul they seek, a treasure to share, Each judgmental glance, a painful, cold stare, Exposed and judged, yet still, their feeling's rare, A final goodbye, leaving me in the air.