Apollo's Demise...

Apollos demise
Leaving Ischia in the throws of hell
Breaking up.
What will she do, who'll shake her tree
Demented she'll be...
Defunct of conversation was he!
Interested not in what you had to say...
He gave nought away...
Maybe too busy loving all and sundry
Quite a rascal he turned out to be;
But there again who am I to say
I was just as bad as him!
His words were sweeter than honey
His little displays of affection, I loved
What can I say!!
A starved mind in the throes of ecstasy
Incandescent words coming my way
Playing along with, he!
Imperative it seemed one should fall for, he
Hard it was not, I must say!
It took every once, of me to fall not for, he
Every once I possessed every thought,
Ingrained within my mind...
A bad boy he'd be and I fell for he
Hook, line and sinker;
Sexually minded was he, never a hello
How do you do!
A sex machine perpetually, all the way
As one's playing along with he
Touch me kiss me!
Murmuring frantically setting fire to my blood
And in the between, murmurings
I love you, Ischia!
And Ischia loved him too!
But foremost in his mind loving's on the cards
Common! Said he f..k me!
His conversation skills were nil
Engaging his mind otherwise...
Going quiet on me, perk up!!
Wake up!
After all, all those honey's he had to sting   
To touch to kiss, what bliss;
Awaiting to be mesmerised by he
Apollo, a proper Don Juan, was he!!
This randy Greek god in a frantic, pollination spree   
Like a Bee, fluttering from flower to flower
Collecting much nectar insatiably...
Until he stings you, right, and proper, assiduously
In his exaltation, I love you, Ischia!
And Ischia in her defunct mind truly loved, he
A great lover was he, have you wriggling beneath
Or over, he!
Burning embers your blood...
Insatiable he!!
Apollo the love of her life
Was playing games with her!!   
Trying to see, what made him tick...
Spare went he, joke, just a joke shouted he
Omg joke! I love you, Ischia...
Grow up, Apollo!
Your brains in your pants...
There's much more to me than a mere, pock 
Although there was nought quick about, he!
Becoming uneasy, quietly apologising
Forget me Ischia, go
Just forget me;
But how could I forget him!
For he was embedded within, me!! 
In demise, out of my life went, he!