Mexican Drink

She’s a Mexican drink
A bauble of pink
Passionate moans
Furtive groans
Her energy wounds
Far off bounds.
Dragging her hands
Across bones and bands
Of devout fans.

Her roots grow prolific,
down a body specific,
a captivating gesture
a test of the rest of her
Everything’s frenzied,
voraciously drinking,
A saucy pink Mexican drink.

She’s a dark-skinned meal
With heart to feel
for the drain and the strain
of passionate love
She eats souls of mischief
Made fat with the names
of several games
She finds engaging.

She’s there,
aware with perceptible care
Of her perfidious ways.

She makes requests now and then
and she whirls a passionate fury
and bends,
and finds lines,
and small signs that make no sense.
She begins again,
Looking for appetites to fill.

She’s there,
aware of her tempestuous ways
in days of light
and dark sparking
passionately deep
for a pink drink.