Indulgence

There is indulgence
in the kneading hands
supple muscles oiled
with aromatic jasmine

the brushes of expertise
fingers finding points
of pleasure in the body
firmed by meridian pressure

connections to the moon
blushes of intimate touches
exquisitely sharp ecstasy
flashes of insane pleasure

inhalations of passion
surfing in shifting clouds
wrapped figure eights
pulsing sign of eternal bond

Indulgence of offerings
like frangipani petals
on gushing crystal water
folding Lotus root.