Gonna end your blood sucking nights
Your bite leaves me scratching
like a stuck CD
Swarming tepid air - the fan's of no use.
Got no Air-Con!
Closed shutters bar entry
to more flying vampires.
Half nude can't make the heat retreat.
I spy your familiar form
In a flash the whining stops!
Splattered flat
between two dairies.
Sound sleep alludes me no more.
By Kim Love ©
Apr 2012
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