This last one reminds me of a very sexy Nick Cave lyric from "Brompton Oratory." The narrator is taking communion and thinking of his lover as he sings:
A beauty impossible to endure
The blood imparted in little sips
The smell of you still on my hands
As I bring the cup up to my lips
And that's what this picture looks like to me, even though it's absolutely not what's happening in the scene at all.