Waxwork

Almost disappointing.
Was expecting hours
of aching, bruising, extensive bleeding
from a million yanked pinpricks
perhaps.
A sense of guilt even,
for requesting a Brazilian,
rather than embracing
the jungle. Visions
of bending into
rubbery positions
while nigh-on every hair
is wrenched out
to a looped panpipe CD.
Labia bare. A smiling nurse-type
asking about my holidays
as she strips the fur
from my Venus.
Schack!
Instead I walk out,
upright and less than bow-legged,
not so much violated
as neat.