A beginning

Blessed by the devil,
Wickedly, seductive hands,
Start to satisfy
The craving that trickles
Up the insides of both her mind
And her wide-spread thighs:
She needs to be touched,
She needs all the "Oh God!" moans
Which slither from her throat,
As she becomes at one
With the goddess he's created
On the pedestal,
Where she is quite free
To meander slow or writhe
Towards ecstatic
Release: a tranquil time,
When sighs, though soft as prayer
Are as dark as sin;
She'll never quieten
Completely: impure delight
in the loving arts,
And each brush between,
Each sharp thrust and each teasing
See to that, until
Later, when she wants
To lose herself in the memories
Of those spent moments,
When devil-blessed,
Wickedly, seductive hands
Start to satisfy.