I bent over, my face flushed
as I felt your stare. Your eyes
burned into the spandex of my pants,
hoping to uncover the fabric that lie
beneath.

You were famished, desperate to subdue
the hormones writhing inside.

All I could focus on was your
drooling stare, eager
to find ways to stand near me.

I watched you watching me, undressing me
like a present on Christmas morning. Ripping
the wrappers, tossed aside so you could
focus on the prize.

I felt my skin getting hot. Pinks and reds
pigmented my cheeks, not like
when someone compliments me.

It burned, like a teacher calling me out
in the middle of class, all eyes on me,
snickering faces watching as I stumble.

Ripped apart, limb by limb,
you devoured me until there was nothing.
Just bone.