waiting for you

From the top of my head,
To the tip of my toes.
I can’t explain it,
Perhaps nobody knows.
That whenever you touch any part of me,
My Clitoris shouts yippiddi-yee.

It’s laying dormant in the dark,
‘Till you ignite its initial spark.
What! With the touch of a nipple?
Or a hand on the knee?
No!…you only have to look at me.

Is that the gate? Who will it be?
Clitoris is waiting patiently.
On seeing you come walking in,
I’m sure it sits up with a grin.

The tingling starts,
What a surprise.
It throbs and throbs,
Then doubles in size.
It really is a sensitive soul,
And when you’re near, it’s out of control.

The thought of you coming home,
Always gives it a mind of its own.
It springs into action, alert and ready,
And makes its owner happy and heady.
Sometimes it finally gets its way,
Then sensations really make its day.
So, if you’re feeling down or blue,
Remember, Clitoris is here waiting for you.