Dissonance

When dissonance is done, then there is peace,
And, with tranquility, love feels serene;
It's like your face when we first kissed; I creamed
To feel your hard cock ready for its feast;
I did look forward to you; you were greased  
With my young cunt's excitement; at eighteen,
I felt quite innocent and so pristine;
But that was then;; for many moons you've policed
The ways I've changed  to fit and suit your calm
And collected manner, long applied to teach
How I can be all you wished: elegance
Is feminine, as is my still, soft palm
That wraps you like my fissure, which you breached
Back then to surely quell all dissonance.