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HATS OFF… Hats
off to the clitoris! that
marvel of female anatomy can’t
imagine any gal seeing hers as ugly And
if I had a ray gun…a very special ray gun I’d
shoot it at every woman I see right
between the legs making
‘em all go BANG BANG BANG till
every woman in the world was grinning…chasing me No
doubt some very jealous men would be chasing me as well! No
more Chatty Cathys gossiping and complaining they’d
all be too busy moaning in ecstasy like
Meg Ryan in When Harry Met Sally but
there’d be nothing fake about these And
when not orgasming they’d
be exhausted … asleep dreaming
of their next encounter with you know what the
ones I missed going “please
Chris shoot us with your ray gun…you know the spot” Yesss
dears Sheeshh! No
longer getting any peace I’d
soon have to launch my own space station and
live the rest of my life orbiting the Earth but
on it I could install a super dooper ray gun to
be aimed at all the women below Just
imagine guys every
female on the planet with her legs spread waiting
eagerly for me to pass overhead James
Bond would be pissed! he’d
be on the next space shuttle to knock me out of the sky no
doubt with a few ray guns of his own courtesy
of Q I
can just imagine the briefing by M “007,
your mission is to apprehend that mad scientist Dr.
YES YES YES …Ah
forget it! it
was a silly notion simply…hats
off to the clitoris! that
marvel of female anatomy © 1999 Chris Sorrenti
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