And you thought it was a....vampire? 

I found this poem amongst old documents and must confess taking liberties with it. Unfortunately the poem had no title,hence I provided it with one. 

Whoever wrote this poem, please contact me so I can extend to you, your due credit. 

 

Once Bitten

 

　

As I lay on my bed, thinking of you,

I feel this strong urge…

to grab you and squeeze you.

 

I can’t forget what you did last night.

 

You came to me unexpectedly during the balmy

and calm night, and what happened in my bed…

still leaves a tingling sensation in me.

You appeared from nowhere and shamelessly…

without any reservations…laid on my naked body.

 

You sensed my indifference, so you applied

your hungry mouth to me without guilt or

humiliation, as you drove me near crazy…

whilst you drained me.

Finally…I went to sleep.

 

When I woke up the next morning, you were gone!

I searched for you…but to no avail, only the sheets

bore witness to last nights events.

 

My body still bears faint marks of your enthusiastic ravishing…

making it harder to forget you.

 

Tonight….

I will remain awake, waiting for you….

　

　

 

….you fucking mosquito.

 

 

                                                               Anonymous