O Clitoris

You run deep
Deeper than I will ever know
Or may every care to know

I will not measure
Or with tape
Or Raster come

Need I wait till
Corpse
In study

Or in vivo
In flagrante
No I need not study

Or a sick one
Or an absent one
In cruel tradition disgarded

You are as deep
As your bearer
The warden of the pit

If you eye had
What stories you see

And if you tongue had
You would then recount
As lips you surely do have

A story of birth
Of love
Of pleasure in private

Of countess urinations
Of defecations
The fun ones

The toilets you have visited
The chairs you have sensed

And above all
The joy you have given your owner

Like a reward
Your payment is made in pleasure

Nothing more Just pleasure.

Well done you.