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. Podium placing promise(6) Poetry Contest Sponsored by Brian Strand 11/01/2021 16 lines