Vulture.

The vulture circled up ahead,
His mere touch,
washing away her despair.
Stuck in a pose that caused agony,
Forced to take part in sodomy.

For most of the time is was pain,
She fought but her battle was in vain.
For a single moment though,
It was pure bliss.
She ached for more,
a single kiss.

The vulture up ahead was all she noticed,
Her voice was a whipser when she spoke.
I don't ask for much, but pass me a smoke.