Fang

From across the room
You glimpse a figure in repose

Slimly built with whipcord muscles
Firm thighs and piercing eyes

She exudes a lupine charisma
And although she wears a collar, emanates delicious dangers

Smiling, you can sense her fangs
Hidden facial daggers, and you shiver

In your mind
You play out fantasies of pinning her down

Almost as if she can sense what you think
She raises an eyebrow as if to say, "You think it'll be that easy?"

It's then you notice the fighting scars
Myriad bruises that she flaunts as trophies

A crooked smile she gives
With a single raised eyebrow, daring you to try

Involuntarily your entire body shivers in anticipation
And you swallow in fear as she approaches

She shows no submissiveness and stares you in the eye
You cannot help but drop your eyes in defeat

But she knows what she's doing
And her pitying laughter goads you into a dominant state again

As you reach for her neck to throw her to the mat
A searing pain where your balls used to be drops you to the floor

You cannot breathe as you suddenly find your air cut off
All your mind can process is trying to breathe

You struggle and claw
But she hangs on with ease and cranks harder

Stars begin to crowd your vision
Pain explodes in your neck and shoulder

And as she raises her head
You know she's savagely bitten and torn your shoulder

Losing yourself to the ecstasy of the moment
She whispers in your ear, "You are MINE!"