Godhead

No god more represents a man  
than horny Pan, astute,  
and no nymph with a better plan  
than Syrinx for his flute.  
 
Upon that tube she plies her lips  
to give a gentle blow  
which summons from below his hips  
love potion to bestow.  
 
Perhaps she thought it a mere kiss  
when first he brought to bear  
his organ 'gainst her mouth abyss  
upon a playful dare.  
 
Yet rather than a fetching tune  
her face became a mess...  
when of a sudden, Pan aswoon,  
released immortal stress!