Drink of This
It ran before me
A river of red
Warm and slick its waters were
I cupped my hands and drank deeply
It tasted of copper and passion
It tasted of life
And of death
I drank until I could drink no more
Over my tongue that richness trickled
Then down my gullet
Slipping its way down that gulping passage
Thick and creamy it wound its way
Heat warmed my chest
And then bloomed in my belly
All the parts of me knew that heat
Like wildfire it raced through my limbs
Down to the very tips of my toes
And the ends of my grasping fingers
There was heat behind my eyes
My pupils expanded
Dark little mirrors widening in delight
A tear trickled down each cheek
Shining ruby red against my pale skin
A warm hand trailed commanding fingers up and down my spine
Playing each knobbly protuberance with expertise
Flesh and bone
Skin and sinew
Muscle and marrow
This is the only instrument worth playing
I drank again
My thirst was slaked
But now I drank not to satisfy an animal need
But for the simple pleasure of tasting such deliciousness
I wetted my lips
And licked them clean with my careful tongue
Which missed no drop
Then I drank again
Gulping and gulping
Gulping down handful after handful
Of that sweet fiery nectar
And the heat bloomed again
Exploding in my belly
A hot flower bursting open within me
Sending shivers through me
And again those expert hands played my body
Warm fingers twisting in my hair
Hot hands caressing my shoulders
Scorching lips moving from breast to belly to thigh
I drank again
And again
And again
