Lips move down to the clitoris. It's a sequence from Peggy Ahwesh's 1994 short film, The Color of Love . This film has no plot to speak of, no real characters, no dialogue, and no metaphors. The only thing it has is bodies. Every image is literal.
Every image is an image of sex.
A man lies naked on a bed. Blood is smeared on his chest. Two women hover over him. They bathe their hands in the blood. They make desultory efforts to arouse him.