When I was twenty-one

and madly, carnally in love with a Danish woman
I wrote a poem about the joy and satisfaction
of having my back scratched being even greater,
more immediate and straightforward
than 'the joy of sex'
- yet wanting sex more viscerally
than I wanted scratching of my back. 
Now I'm totally content with the back-scratching.
Are there back-scratchers for hire by the half-hour,
or would I have to engage a male or female whore ?