The Special Organ

It awakes when aroused
growing, swelling
protruding immensely
till it has a mind of its own.

Following the scent
of tender virginity
ravenously devouring
innocence
until its juices
have been spent.

Leaving behind at times
offspring of its desires,
that grow in wretched ways
if the heart didn't inspired
their essence.

Alas it is a drama quicken
through such fiery
stiffening,
greed is an appendage of the heart
making love
like a cannibal.