Pound of flesh

She watched them.
Pouncing on her flesh.
Sometimes milking her boobs.
Sometimes between her legs.
Thumping and breathless.

They were chapters.
But without any verses.
She came across them.
All seeking a pound of flesh.
Nothing more nothing less.

Did they have her.
No...they were just libidinous
They got gratified.
Leaving her restless.

She didn't know why she succumbed.
She only wished to blossom.
But they all left her withered.
So dead.