In the Forest

Biting into flesh,
The claws dig in.
Pining me down,
My arms weakening.

Darkness encompassing,
My body and mind.
My friends have run off,
And left me behind.

They ran at the sight of you,
But I was transfixed.
Strong limbs I now am,
Firmly betwixt.

Frozen on my feet,
I had but stayed.
There on my back,
I soon did lay.

Your eyes are a predators,
Your skin from a statue.
Red wine hangs in droplets,
And drips slower than dew.

White needles fell upon me,
Pointed claws sunk low.
Drawn from within me,
Hot liquid will flow.

I writhe and twist,
As you draw it all out.
I roll on the floor,
Willpower I am completely without.

Sharp they sink deeper,
Deeper inside.
My screams ring out,
As more force is applied.

Clasping the ground,
My nails dig up dirt.
Held down on the grass,
In my torn blouse and skirt.

You growl above me,
I whimper and cry.
Teeth sink in,
My wound open you prise.

Flowing out of me,
My energy and essence.
A feast for you,
My compliance obsolescence.

A final clench,
As its drawn to the fore.
Pouring out of me,
That which you were here for.

Content with your meal,
A wet tongue flicks a lick.
A satisfied purr,
And claws pulled away, slick.

Leaving me spent,
Lying on the floor.
You leave me panting,
Gasping for more.