These mosquitoes twirl around
hunting in a pair of two.
Short of blood, I move away.
It’s amazing how they’d follow.
Never let me go. Never.
(What a companion, albeit a blood-sucking one,
we humans have, to evade loneliness!)
Too bad only the primitive desires,
which feeds on a solitary erection,
comes to my defense.
I slap my tiny little friend.
It twitches.
I hope it’s alive.
this poem may be enigmatic for some people, still its reality…..
My friend,this is amazing! 🙂
u have a real good imagination my friend