Size Ain't Everything

On a steamy summer night
the Devil strutted up
and asked if the lady
was still fretting in her panties
over sex

It had been quite a while
so maybe in secret
she'd found some
finer pleasures
to tickle her stockings
and suck up her breath

But she told him
these days
lighting candles
in church
was all it took
to tweak her nipples
ruffle her pussy hair
and ripen her cherry
fit to bust

Cuddling up to pray
in her Sunday best
an adoring angel
in her long black dress
she'd come alive
when the priest
rolled his eyes heavenwards
as if her cheeks
were truly spread

Kneeling at the pew
made her throbbing wet
until her gash felt fisted
like a lamb on a spit
and the cum gushed up
and glistened
on the cover of her bible
waiting for her tongue
to lick it up slowly
drop by holy drop

She shuddered
in tune to divine miracles
her wide eyed song of rapture
communion flushed
glowing wildly with all the rest--
Oh yes Lord
yes yes yes
God you're
The greatest
for all eternity
Oh God
Yes

I don't know how he does it
the Devil said
My cock might be crooked
but it must be ten times hotter
than his
One sip of wine
and it's a gangbang every week