When the snake slithered

Betwixt my legs

I wasn't prepared

Not during my monthly rituals

But it did

Swimming in my crimson tide

Splashing the murky waters

Staining the sheets

I arched in ecstasy

Slipping away

But it caught hold of my legs

And dragged me to the edge of bed

Pumping his rage

A blood bath it was

Messing up my resolve

Not engage

But the sheer bliss on my face

Painted a different picture

Of soiling my grace

During my periods

With the snake.

©LR