Her belly's smooth
As it is sweet
Traversing it's curves
As if they were streets
  
I get the green light
Down Belly Button Way
Go left or go right  
On Satin Thighways  
  
Approaching the merge
I swerve toward the left
She's right on the verge
My hand at her cleft
  
She wiggles and squirms..
Then shrills with delight
I hold the wheel firm
And drive through the night