Analysis of Mosquito

I ponder and wonder,
How long I shall donate
My little blood vessel
For your survival
Jobless tiny creature,
How long,
Shall I take heed
Of your operation
Forget-me-not twilight?

Had I known
it is your busy night
I would have prepared you
The rhythmic lyrics of love song
And trip my feet
To dance to the rhythm
Of your sweet
Humming bum bum  maiden voice
Instead of our lady
Melodious Morning mass
Hymns at dawn
Which lackluster of inspiration
Like funeral rite of mother termite

Little bitch!
How can my little blood vessel
Fill up your blood sucking stream
In the wilderness of witches?
Just about the time I snored deep,
The talons of your fingernails
Were cozy on my body
But in a little while,
I found myself swimming
In a pool of Bethesda
Where I received
My sleepy therapy

Little jobless creature,
I ponder and wonder,
How you came at night
And shared with me;
A beautiful dream,
I had about World Health aids
To my coast
And I could,
But remember not at dawn
Thither, you conjured the rhythm
Of my minstrel fantasy
Into that of Simon Peter on the Sea
And more did I clap for my saviour
Walking on the Sea

Little creature,
How long will you be mild
During the day
But dangerous at night?