Shameless mosquitoes, suckers of men’s blood,
night’s two-winged predators who shrill and whine,
please let Zenophila rest peacefully
a little while. Here, feed on limbs of mine!
But why speak vainly? Even ruthless beasts
delight in female flesh, tender and warm.
Still, wicked creatures, curb your daring or
you’ll feel the force of jealous hands, I warn.
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