I stand in front of her,
Waiting to see if she’ll please.
But she’s already on the floor.
I step up,
Naked and vulnerable,
Waiting to look.
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.