The fist-shaped organ has been through ups and downs,

Deprived of strength, taken for granite.

Invisible to the body, alive to the intellect; Alive to emotion.

Like a puppeteer, you control the actions of one toward its mate.

An enigma is an example of your work,

We can’t live without you,

Chaos would govern the earth.

Someone of my sex would whimper due to your powers.

A sudden rush shoots through my body when you hit me,

I become intoxicated and speechless when you’re in the air.

Are you a drug? Am I addicted? I think so.

The way you roll off the tongue is breathtaking,

It’s something that the world will cherish and thank God for till the end of days.