My First Lady Doctor Poem by James McLain

i thought she would be old
but she wasn't
she was neat and very attractive,
smart and near my age
she did not rush me
like some other may have done
now i know how you must feel
before the start of each new dawn
with my pants around my ankles
it was her voice
that calmed me down
i had never had it done before
apprehensive and i was
then she was in
and i felt her push on some thing
out came milk
because it was my first time
she took her time
i think she has fun with this part of her job
because, i ask her if i was
you know
and she said no
she said
it was a simple normal reaction
to my being probed.
she said, if she could get a picture of how
i looked we could both be rich.