Love Spell: Despite her Popularity, The Moon is a Whore with a Bad Sense of Humor

Lady Hoodlums: Stir three drops of your menstrual blood into a fine Cabernet during the full moon. Pheromones marinate in the acidic backwash of molested grapes, sunburst vine fruits that pushed through the tense yet fragile flesh of their skin and in one last rush of ecstasy, "le petit mort", exploded into each other. Muscat has been licking and sucking both a ferociously fecund Malbec and a plain, yet sturdy Merlot, reveling in the binaries of their flavorful bodies. Carnelian, and Dolcetto roughly rub the color off each other, ejecting their seeds onto the orgy of dried up raisins futilely trying to get in on the action. Spent from the sultry heat of mass spontaneous combustion,when they are done with each other they are virtually Sultanas. Does your tongue slide lusciously in your mouth in an erotic pool of synesthetically induced saliva? Your uterus throbs in anticipation, knowing that now it is the barrel from which the wine of life flows. A Moon Maiden hysterically pleasures herself and torturously tickles the Earth with her red tide.

Bloodletting has never felt so necessary. Let your mojo pummel the mouth of the unsuspecting man meat who is supping the cup of earthen and cosmic fertility.  Better yet,  take his mouth in your mouth and share, taste your own sexuality. Put your fingers deep down his throat and pull out his manhood; let the blood wrestle, let it boil, let it drown. Together, your tense yet fragile flesh will pour forth it's own liquid heat. Hideless and hidden in the bacchanalia of bodily organs there is little chance of survival; Death has been ramming his scythe inside of the Moon Maiden this whole time and waiting wantonly for his chance with you.

You swear you have never fucked Death. And yet palatially you have tasted Death before. He tastes like leather, smoked oak, blackberries, pure pleasure and the corpses of the men to come. 

Just a few drops of blood and you have unraveled the mystery of the moon, the virility of voodoo and the fruitfulness of a good drunken fuck.