Mouth Organ

Time and again we serried each other  
as fiercely as two horny hearts might do  
and right when the flames of lust would smother  
our youth would always spring some love anew.  
 
Cupid's arrows would nock themselves afresh  
and launch themselves into her fluted heat  
or glide along the fields of her flesh  
until more love would rain...like Cream of Wheat.  
 
But the cum rush gland of honeymoon bust  
that once had my girl licking her lips,  
succumbed to a cancer with its own lust,  
cured only by...laparoscopic snips...  
 
which also sapped the tower of power  
that made the most of each midnight hour,  
and if I could, I'd replace that unit,  
to see my girl...once again...tune it.