... darting eyes , these which were her beckoners , a mouth small and somewhat squished but which worked a tongue in coy tango , lassoing him with kisses ... she wafts him towards her ... hidden there her forked-tongue enthralla him , never giving him a moment to consider that she is now his first , not being his first embrace , but his first grand goddess , first lover ... so it was his to be , for the first time , a grand god and a first lovermeaning not zav any longer , not a cock tied to a morsel of identifiable flesh , but a living , panting , growling , prowling , feverish-a-fire and mad imagining of sexual desire ... in truth as in myth , he a first male , she a first female .