07.06
Wolves wanted the children. They weren’t always furred and they didn’t always
want a red hood. They would take anything in panties form. Even old bloomers.
Some wolves were just hairy men. They walked with their pants around their
ankles trying to scare little girls with blatant sexuality. But the girls had corsets on.
It was a game. The werewolves howled and the females answered back. Hairy or
fleshy. Dirty or bathed. They cried out the window and left the locks undone.
Maybe someone would boil a pot of water. Maybe they would sharpen a knife. It
didn’t matter. The wolf got hurt and the girls took advantage of the death throes.
The wolves were hungry. They wouldn’t take no for an answer. They guarded some
paths and ignored others. They put thongs in their teeth and whimpered pleasure.
New poem up by Alana I. Capria ; http://amphibi.us/all/wolves/
It's a good writing day. Another of my pieces came out today. Take a peek. It's fun. http://amphibi.us/all/wolves/