Bowdlerised

I'd quite like to be bowdlerised, I think:
have my impurity removed
with good, old-fashioned medicine:
a proper seeing-to.

Bent over the seat of a leather banquette,
the seat of my pants pulled down
as if by eager medic's hands...

...and just as I'm exposed
and begging for relief,

("just fucking finish me!")

the balm applied...

smoothly at first,

("oh god...")

and then a little more roughly,

("oh YES")

until at last relief
affects me so deeply
the name of my reliever comes
unbidden to my lips,

and falls from them

SCREAMING.

And in the wake of surgery?
all that remains to do
is clean...

I'll think about that in a bit.