In the mood
Creeping through the woods at night, like a wolf whose on the hunt, looking for a victim, he's hungry for some cunt
He listens very quietly, he smells your body scent wafting on the air, now he is on your trail but you don't know he's there
You wander through the woods at night, you do not fear the dark, little did you know that night, the trouble that you've sparked
You never heard him coming, there was nothing but silence all around, the next thing you realised you were pin down on the ground
He was over powering, there was no point in trying to put up a fight, he had you at his mercy, you was his tonight
He rips all your clothes off, he has you laying bare, but even during this ordeal he takes the time to stare
Then he sinks his teeth into your flesh, he's clawing at your skin, then he rolls you on your front, he wants to start his sin
You feel him as he enters you, it was such a forceful fuck, but pain was mixed with pleasure, you couldn't believe your luck
You raise yourself to take him in, sexual pleasure in the woods, you didn't try to struggle, even though you knew you should
Once he had fucked you, he just left you laying there, used, bruised and naked, but the lone wolf didn't care
Slowly you get up, you wrap yourself in your Cloak of red, you pull it around you, pulling the hood around your head
Laying all around you, lays a basket and your clothes, not quite the ending to the story we all know
Poor Red Riding Hood, now grandma's got no food, because you were caught by the big bad wolf, when he was in the mood
THE KINKY POET