David Kavanagh Poet Rhyme

Night Stalker

He enters a home, while they sleep tonight 
Staking out rooms, not touching the lights 
The scent of essence, heightens attraction
His insatiable instinct, demands satisfaction 

Safely in bed, firearm tucked between pillows
Undeterred, He senses a breath as it billows
Wait distraction, another choice has arisen 
Spoilt rotten tonight, on his insidious mission 

Sweeter attraction, something else is in bed
Perspiration of fornication, on a lovers head
Cannot control incredible urge, now he strikes
Into bare flesh, sinking a proboscis like knife 

That’s it yes, over and over, keeps stabbing 
Finally a blood vessel pulses, calms attacking 
Oh the bliss, that’s found in orgies of gore,
Just then a slap, damn mosquito’s no more. 

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Beryl Edmonds December 13, 2020 at 2:44 PM At least the stalker went out in glory, well sated in the orgy. A fantastic write of a mosquito’s plight. Belle David Kavanagh December 13, 2020 at 3:08 PM I think a lucky slap Belle, most of the time they get off Scott-free, after the damage is done, I get nasty reactions for days after I’m bitten, the one in my poem had to go, cheers David

Christopher Flaherty December 10, 2020 at 4:33 PM Love it David Speaking from experience myself and my niece Bianca must be sweet because during the summer in S.A we used to get tortured and bitten to bits. One morning i awoke after sleeping with all the doors and windows wide open because of the heat and humidity looking like i had bad case of chickenpox Wrote a poem called Empire Wolf Brother Capital if you can check it out please my mate i hoped you may like David Kavanagh December 10, 2020 at 11:56 PM I will check that one out with relish cheers, I was eaten alive in Greece one year by the pests luckily not the malaria carrying ones, I was just trying to do a psychological poem analogous to a serial killer in your home but the mosquito was always going to be the culprit, ha guess you have pulled cheers David Christopher Flaherty December 10, 2020 at 5:20 PM My firearm was a tin of Peaceful Sleep. Buzz around your ear but can never catch them until you get up and splat them on the wall and they explode with blood. Never knew it was the female that bites . Result so if i am hearing you correctly David what you are saying is, Technically i have pulled. Must come back as or be reincarnated as a Mosquito then

Kim Rodrigues December 9, 2020 at 6:44 PM Great ending...you had me! David Kavanagh December 9, 2020 at 10:42 PM Thank you so much Kim, I can’t believe people are falling for it, but I do have a red herring in there, only the female mosquito bites apparently, cheers David

Sigrid Ermine December 9, 2020 at 1:33 PM ... What a trip...! ... From thinking a house burglar was at work, to desire for dear partner, to mere pesky mosquito, - David, you've certainly taken readers on a fun and captivating ride ......!! David Kavanagh December 9, 2020 at 2:27 PM Sigrid I honestly thought it would be copped on pretty quick, was all planned before I wrote it, a few clues embedded, that’s great I’m made up now, it’s not too obvious, Cheers David