I feel no pain
There is not cut,
No wound, no injury.
Just the wrong
Time of the month,
But hey, no worries.
Dried blood cakes
Your fingers like
A pair of
Rubber gloves,
Or a gardener’s
Muddy fingers.
Your saliva has the
Taste of my blood
As you kiss me.
Like a vampire
You sucked me dry
Your lips are red.
The right time
Of the month
It must have
Been for me.
You made me come
Flooding more blood.
