Period-cally

It was that time of the month

When her body was ripe 

Her breasts were bounteous

And the waist, had a treacherous curve

She had an aura of sensuality

It was then when he saw her for the first time

Soaking in the monsoon glory

He had gone to the terrace to get some fresh air

Who she was

He wasn't aware

Maybe someone visiting his next door

Like a piece of art

She sat there, posing

To nature

Oblivious of her surroundings

Her layers, glued to the skin

She peeled off her saree

And cast it aside

Opening few buttons of her blouse

She reclined

Welcoming the pearls

To trickle into her being

He had stopped breathing

Fearing, he will rupture the trance

Unveiling

But, their eyes met

And time stood still

Calmly, she collected herself

And walked towards him

He couldn't budge an inch

Blocking the passage

Between her and him

It was the lightening that broke his spell

And he looked into her eyes

Mesmerised

What took over him

He didn't know

All that he remembered was

He grabbed her by the waist

And pushed her against the wall

Ripping apart her blouse

He suckled

To quench his raging thirst

She offered her cream

Clutching his head

For it was that time of the month

When her desires were high!

©LR