Nocturnal Hunter
Tonight I go out to fish,
to hunt, burning with restless desire.
My fishing rod is ready,
I’m always prepared for you.
An incorrigible fox,
I roam the night
to catch you.
Everything is set,
all my gear in place,
all the arts of luring,
the tricks of a seasoned fisherman.
I seek my fiery catch,
you’ll be my prize,
I’m ready
to love.
I’ll cook for you,
slow fire, patient flame,
a meal prepared
just for you.
I’m a thirsty vampire,
longing to roam your skin,
to bite with fervor—
it’s what you want:
to be caught.
I’m hungry for your presence,
never satisfied.
Let us be vampires,
devouring each other,
night hunters
seeking new prey.
Let our cold bodies meet,
burning for delight.
Welcome to the world
of nocturnal hunting.
We’re searching for you
to devour you.
Don’t resist—
the full moon is out
and we haven’t eaten.
Give us everything;
you are the prey.
We will feast
through the long night.
It’s what you seek.
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PESCADOR NOCTURNO
Esta noche voy a pescar,
voy a cazar; ardo en deseos.
Mi caña está dispuesta,
siempre preparado para ti.
Soy un zorro incorregible,
busco atraparte,
te encontraré.
Tengo todo dispuesto,
los aparejos listos,
todas las artes del engaño,
artes de pesca para embaucar.
Busco mi ardiente captura,
serás mi botín,
voy preparado
para amar.
Te cocinaré,
cocinaré para ti.
Presa a cocinar,
a fuego lento,
para ti.
Soy un vampiro sediento,
quiero recorrer tu cuerpo,
morder con fuerza,
es lo que buscas:
que te atrape.
Estoy sediento de tu piel,
quiero más, estoy ansioso.
Quiero que me devores,
nunca es bastante.
Te penetraré con dientes,
desangra, muerde,
chupa mi ser.
Seamos vampiros:
mientras nos devoramos,
seremos cazadores de la noche.
Cada noche buscaremos nuevas víctimas,
juntemos nuestros cuerpos fríos
que arden buscando placer.
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Author:
Carlos Alberto BUSTILLOS (
Offline) - Published: August 24th, 2026 06:10
- Category: Humor
- Views: 8
- Users favorite of this poem: Tristan Robert Lange

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Comments2
Metaphorically alluring, allegorically seductive a baited hook for an unsuspecting catch. Well worded my friend
Thanks a lot, Soren! Really glad you enjoyed the metaphor and the whole fishing/hunting theme.
Appreciate the kind words, my friend!
It is my pleasure my friend
Carlos, this is dark, sensual, and wonderfully dangerous. Desire becomes predation until attraction and terror are feeding from the same pulse. One hell of a gothic piece, my friend. You know this is a fave from me! πΉπ€ππ―οΈπ¦ββ¬
Ah, what a great read of the poem, Tristan!
You nailed that balance between desire and danger I was going for. Means a lot coming from you, manβglad it's a fave!
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