Little Red Riding Hood
Her flaming red hair hangs
Like a scarlet cape, framing
her alabaster face.
Only the splatter of freckles adds
colour, like someone, has flicked
ochre coloured paint across her nose.
She fastens her choker,
the diamonds glitter creating
a rainbow around her slender neck.
Suspenders and stockings encase
her slender, perfectly curved legs.
Crotchless knickers giving just
a glimpse of his present for the evening.
She strokes herself briefly, imagining
his cock entering her then she stops.
More preparation needed.
A splash of Chanel number 5
A tight fitting basque
A freshened-up vibrator
Butt plugs
Handcuffs
A glass of wine to calm her nerves.
The apartment bell rings loudly
announcing his arrival.
Opening the door,
her serpent like tongue
flashes across her crimson lips.
‘You’re late,’ she whispers
as he slams her against the hallway wall.
Her breath leaves her body,
like a punctured sexual balloon
as his wolf-like teeth bite into her neck.
