She was in the last days of her periods

But I didn't have that patience to wait

With the swell of her breasts

And bloated belly

She looked luscious

She was our maid

She used to wear flimsy sarees

Without blouse

As they belonged to the lower caste

Being Zamindars, we had to maintain distance from them

But I seduced her to bed

With honeyed talks and a sack of rice

I knew she was on her periods

But I couldn't resist myself

Grabbing her from behind

Stifling her mouth

I carried her to the storeroom

Since no one was in the house

I became audacious

बाबू आज नहीं, she pleaded

I ripped off her saree

And marauded her tender breasts

So ripe were they

Raising her petticoat

I penetrated

Initially she resisted

But then she gave in

Maybe she got the feel of sexual ecstasy

During her periods

The spill of blood on the floor

Was testimony of our ravenous indulgence

From then on

We ensured to have sex during her periods.

©LR