Every woman nurtures in her womb, a dream.
The surge of raging hormones, fuel her need
for man seed.
Those tears that she sheds at that time of the month
Are not without reason. It is nature’s design to make her
for a dream.
As that monthly burst of blood rushes from my gut,
A spasm of agony wrecks my body, the agony of lust.
© Vidya Venkat (2020)