Ravenous mosquito
Alight dusty soft whisper
Concupiscent kiss
Author: Dancing Echoes
I am a scientist by trade and artist by soul. My creative outlet used to be dancing but due to injuries and age, I must now find another path. I am hoping my writing, poetry and photography can be this new path. Awards: While I am grateful and honored for the numerous nominations, I don’t have time to respond to them with the attention they deserve, so for the most part, I am an award free blog. All photographs and words are mine unless otherwise credited. © 2015-2023 Dancing Echoes ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author/owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Christy Draper with appropriate and specific direction to the original content on Dancing Echoes.
Dancing Echoes 
July 16, 2015 at 6:34 am
“Concupiscent kiss”- that’s so sensual and vivid… loved it… 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
July 16, 2015 at 6:42 am
Thank you for understanding this -that there is a sensuality to their bite. What a mosquito does is not very different from a lover. They just don’t ask our permission to bite. They need blood to fully develop their eggs so it is in fact a sexually based act too.
LikeLiked by 2 people
July 17, 2015 at 4:17 am
I guess when you think about their needs it is about their need to survive. Today I am nursing 25 horrific mosquito bites on my legs and so it does not feel that sensual at the moment. Although I am sure they did! Thank you for visiting my blog, I look forward to reading your future blogs Julie x
LikeLiked by 1 person
July 17, 2015 at 4:27 am
Thank you, I am looking forward to reading more of yours. You are right, the bites are not pleasant and the fact that they are the vector for the all time leading cause of death in humans from malaria is not lost on me. The intimacy of their bite is why they can be so deadly. I still think their design is rather beautiful in a a strange, delicate way.
LikeLike
July 17, 2015 at 10:03 am
I am not a fan when their blood lust takes the skeeters to my skin, DE. I love your eye regardless.
LikeLiked by 1 person
July 17, 2015 at 10:21 am
Thank you for your understanding of my obtuse view point.
LikeLike