“All the better to see you with my dear…”

Your eyes peering at me through those holes in that mask, they tell me a million things. They consume me and undress me with every glance.

I told you once that you were a wolf.

You chuckled and brushed my comment off. But you proved me right again today.

I know a wolf when I see one. No matter how convincing the sheep’s clothing.

And it is even harder to mistake them when they howl.

And oh baby, do you howl.

There is no mistakeing a wolf, when you hear that hunger in their growl.

There is no mistakeing a wolf, when they have their nose pressed to your neck, and they drink your scent in like they are starving.

Tracing the lines of your marks on my skin, you devour ever inch of my being.

You started with my body. Leaving it quivering, shaking, and wanting. It is yours.

Then you had my heart, beating, racing and aching. You took that too. It is yours.

The smile on your face, that gives your disguise away. Sheep don’t have sharp pointed teeth. All the better to eat you with my dear.

Sheep don’t have dark eyes that swirl with lust, power and danger. All the better to see you with my dear

You see, the wolf watches, he listens, he waits patiently for the right time to strike.

Then in one swift strike, they render their prey helpless, laying prone on the ground, waiting, no, begging to be their meal.

You see Sir, you are very much a wolf. Dangerous and something to be feared. But unfortunately for me, it seems like Little Red Riding Hood has fallen for the Big Bad Wolf.

The smile on your face. You know the one, the one you got when you surveyed the damage you did. As I lay shaking and incoherent from pleasure, the reminents of your own pleasure still dripping from me. That smile, that smile is worth it all.