if i could make love to the devil
i would scream his name in his ear
so he'd hear the thrill in my voice
everytime i sin

i knew no lust before,
this wanting that has led me
night after night into bliss.
but i am no whore.
just a woman, a pleasure
to myself and to my lover.

i am beginning to embrace my body,
accept the curves here and there,
touch them with my eyes closed,
look at them with my eyes opened.
appreciate my fullness.

to slowly trace the length
of my neck down to my
belly button with my butterfly fingertips.
enjoying my skin as much
as my lover enjoys it.

i can be a goddess to myself.
rough and wild.
sometimes shy and demure.

perfect.

it's good to be a woman.

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