The bells toll

So God was having
An on-line Skype-type
Exchange with Dame Lucy Fair.
Hot stuff, she wished to Lure Him
With her  cute lingerie
But as she was His creation
(Like one of those dolls?)
She did not even come close
To the charms of Victoria's own secrets
(Victoria being a close friend indeed,
A dear heart of another sort:
He would suffer - cross his heart -  and die for her).
Conversation hot and heavy,
He had to tolerate,
A sort of penance
But in time the Bells Tolled
And He sent her to hell promptly.