Hats off to the clitoris!
that marvel of female anatomy
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
Sheeesh!”

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 build 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
the fate of the world is depending on you”

Ah forget it!
it was a silly notion
simply...hats off to the clitoris!
that marvel of female anatomy

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09/10/2014

Posted on 09/10/2014
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