I stand in front of her,

Waiting to see if she’ll please.

I’m nervous,

But she’s already on the floor.

I step up,

Naked and vulnerable,

It’s time.

Standing erect,

Maintaining composure,

Waiting to look.

Anticipation builds

Glancing down.

She’s a machine,

Working with efficient precision.

I gaze to read her thoughts.

Finishing, I quietly depart,

Some times are better than others.

She really went down this time though

I’ll be returning soon

to step on the scale.