In dark bedroom shadows,
You read me a bedtime story
About little red riding hood
All grown up, prowling the woods
Looking to satisfy her hunger
In the darkness of the forests.
Her haunting call enhances males
For erotic entanglement.
“My, what big blue eyes you have”
She whispers seductively in your ear.
Little red riding hood, all grown up
Alone with lust, trapped in this fairytale.
As children became adults her story
Gathered dust, her longings ignored.
Your eyes widen at her heaving
Breasts that trap you, like fireflies.
She’ll ride your cock till the morning
Cockerel crows and when she empties
You and sucks you dry she’ll close
This chapter of your life forever in this
Adult fairytale.
Her desire satisfied for now but soon:
The wanton lust for more will come again
When the night returns to the forests.
“My what big brown eyes you have.”
As she fondles one more beast in the night.
Kristin Garth & Pink Plastic House a tiny journal 