Ode to My Clit

Because I'm bored and was coerced,
Into judging congress, could it be worse?
I take this time to document
And put into rhyme,
The many virtues of that, oh, so great -
Little organ so aptly named,
That Rosebud causing endless shame,
But then again, my hand deserves some blame.

I sit here oh, so unaware
With my clitoris enfolded
Between two lips so pink,
One would be led to think
That one and all would crave a drink
From that fountain of joy,
Be able to tease and to toy,
But to be manipulated by some hapless boy?
To be yanked to and fro,
Insensitively pulled high and low,
Or even worse, ignored by some such foe?
I prefer to just say NO!

I much rather sit and rock
Than be abused by some dumb jock
So engrossed with his own cock
Not noticing those who mock,
Or I, who gawk
At his inability to hold
That little spurt of seed
He thinks all women need
From bursting out his prick,
That might two-inch dick.

I'll open my legs and let you lick
That little organ so much more charming than a dick,
And you can stroke and make me plead
For that heavenly mead
Of shuddering delight,
That blind, endless flight,
But then again I just might
Throw you to the ground, mount, and
Ride all night
Withholding mercy from your plight,
Reaching down to lick and bite,
Leaving your body lily-white.