WHILE I'M HEALING BODIES, I WANT TO REACH YOUR SOUL (AND NOT ONLY...)

I'm a doctor.
I'm used to seeing pain, the silence of corridors, difficult fates, and hands that tremble not from fear, but from fatigue.
I can be cold where necessary, but there's too much warmth inside me not to want to give it to someone who can melt me ​​with a look.

Man, I'm tired of being strong. I save others so often that sometimes I forget: I also want to be in the right hands.
Not as a patient, but as a woman.
I want someone to look at me not through a mask, but like this... for real. And want not to cure, but to touch - greedily, confidently, deeply.

I can measure my pulse, but you make it go wrong.
I know how the body works, but with you I want to feel, not analyze.
Give me a reason to forget about the schedule, the robe, the fatigue...
Make it so that I want to treat not everyone - only you.
And so that you want to be my sweetest, hottest violation of the regime.