Drip your bloodline to mingle with mine
Heat my body, our hands in each other’s hair entwined
Let us drink the wine that spills from our cups
Onto the tables of flesh, let us sup
Tickle my fancy with the brush of your lips
Fancy my giggle along that curve in your hip
Turn your face sideways look over your shoulder
Give me that look that’s for only me; the one that smolders
Remind me again and again how religious we are
As we cry out to the God’s, sing out to the stars.
Mare Martell 
The rich indulgences of human nature, lovely.
Now see, you clearly threw yourself into this one. Good to see that all indulgences are addressed in this poetry theme day. Delightful.
Thanks.
Mmm, oh yes. One of my favorite indulgences!