They were obsessed with me…. So was I….

After all I was in my teens…

and teenagers are permitted “Crushes”

They would kiss ever so gently.

Always out of anyone’s sight…

And I would watch….And I would wait

And appreciate their fingers gentle slide…

To feel their touch on my skin…

Oh…those teenage years….

with hormones playing truant…

They were born to disturb…

And often, I would get disturbed…

But then all of a sudden…

 I would return their kiss

with a violent slap…or a whack…

For that’s what they deserve…

Killing them in serial was good

Killing them in parallel was even better

And boy…It did feel good….

To have rid the world of a pesky little Mosquito

 

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