The Lust Bug

 

I once awoke in a fright,

Sedating the unwanted grief,

And surely felt a bite

Of some insect like thief.

 

I scratched and I pulled

Until the itch was no more,

But cursed and fussed

Till the clock struck four!

 

I whined and I whined,

But my whining could not stop the itch,

So I scratched and scratched

Until I saw the insect crawl into a stitch.   

 

I was amused at first

But now had grown tiredly faint,

And thought the bug was of thirst,

Hunting for a colored like paint.

 

I saw it once more and felt a horrible pain,

Surge from one end of my arm till it reached my heart,

It throbbed and it throbbed till I was insane,

And felt the winds blow and strip my body apart.

 

The creature trickled in excitement

As I was pushed into a mind of ecstasy  

And virally was taken into a predicament,

Of a twisted like fantasy.

 

When I awoke, I awoke again in fright

And saw the bug’s little teeth marks,

Embedded within my skin to its height,

And thought how strange the embark

Of this strange feeling I felt,

Stranger it was when I felt myself melt.