Hunger Games

When you're in my sights my hunger increases ten fold
It's no longer a choice
It's a need
A pure ache
Seeing where you'll be, I line up my feeding ground, where the take down will happen
I race towards it
But sometimes you outpace me
Out wit me
Tease me
Goad me

Life becomes my enemy as you're kept out of my reach
They borrow you
They steal you from me
If only for a few more moments
It feeds my ache
It teases it
It taunts me
It wins the battle if only for a few more moments or hours
I stop and re group
It's no longer my choice
It's out of my hands for now
I can't capture you until you're ready to be captured

You spot me
You panic
You see my claws
My teeth

You can't help but wonder
You know there will be pain
But immediately it's decided it will be worth it

A no brainer really

The claw and teeth marks will be as much cherished as they are painful
The ache becomes yours too
You put up a fight but it's for show
You want to be captured
You NEED it
As much as I need to capture you

That first moment my teeth sink in
As they pierce your flesh
As your back arches and you accept them and my marks

You'd been longing for it since you accepted my scent
When all that mattered was being surrounded by it
The need for a constant reminder of me in your life
When life took your mind away
And one small intake of breathe would bring you right back to me
Your captor
Your protector

Your lover

My scent like a gateway drug
My teeth marks your next fix
Stronger each time
My control is the currency used to feed the habit
My embrace becomes the aftercare through the come down
Reminding you that wherever your body is taken
How ever many orgasms
All through the tears
The sore parts of your body, inside and out
The marks left by rope as my fingertips trail along them
However intense the pleasure/pain becomes
You are always sure of one thing
That you will be cared for after
Held as you come down
Cherished as you sob
Adored as you wake from your coma

Loved

You have me more hungry than I've ever been
I salivate at your laughter
My mouth goes dry as you beg
I drool at your resolve to please me

Then it hits me.....

Who was the feast? You or me?