![]() The New DoctorA Poem by Poet Pittinix![]() Falling in love with the doctor.![]() I had been waiting to see the
doctor for over an hour. Then I saw a beautiful young woman
walking in. My eyes scanned her posterior
until she slipped behind the door. And I ask myself, “Who’s that
sexy lady?” I had never seen her at the
medical centre before. The answer to my question comes
in less than a minute. She was the new doctor
filling in for Dr. Yap. And I became more anxious to
see the doctor. I was the first patient on
the waiting list. The nurse told me that the
doctor would see me now. I approached her desk calmly
and greeted her with a smile. She got on fire the instant
she looked at me. She performed a physical
examination of my body. “I know what’s wrong with you,
and I have the cure,” she said. We talked for approximately half
an hour. I had a feeling that she did
not want me to leave. I saw romantic love written
all over her cute face. She used a special therapy
that worked so well. I was having a good time with
the new doctor in her office. She seemed to forget the other
patients waiting outside. Her assistant came in and asked
if everything was OK. Of course, we were all right
without the disturbance. She scribbled a prescription
for antidepressants. I expressed my gratitude to
her for her help, and she grinned. Right or wrong, I fell in
love with the new doctor. She was exactly the sort of
woman I needed. Well or unwell, I had to see
this doctor more often. She had the remedy for my
chronic condition. When I left the medical
centre, I kept thinking about her. I could not wait for another
visit with the sexy doctor. My illness returned, and I
needed her attention. So I made an early appointment with her receptionist. © 2024 Poet PittinixAuthor's Note
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Added on July 6, 2024 Last Updated on July 6, 2024 Tags: appointment, illness, love, medical centre, receptionist Author![]() Poet PittinixKingston, West Indies, JamaicaAboutHi everyone, I'm an author from Jamaica. I write poems, songs, and short stories. Do not send me any private messages. I came here to read and to publish my compositions, not to engage in controver.. more..Writing
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