RED RIDING HOOD'S ADVENTURE

Swinging hair of silky black she swished her hips of round.
Grandma house I go she called to mom of thoughts.
Looking with eyes of suspicious calculation she trilled with chiding beware of strangers be you sweet.
Twisting small straight nose with disdain Red said I will I will fly if a stranger approach with rogue's intent.
Clasping coat of red silky hood she flounced with rotating hips clicking one notch to notch.
Calling with shrill voice her mom said stop the sway in your arse or I will.
Looking with incredulous surprise in eyes of great brown she said what is there?
Shaking head of weary mom said no sway when the wind swish by.
Impatience lighting a face of plain and fair she said with voice of resigned I return with hasted speed.
Daylight sparking with diamond facets of chips that intermingled with tears of happy mist.
Walking down trails of worn she skipped with happy feet to see a loved face dear.
Coming upon crest after crest of lucky green foilage she picked flowers of purple bells of singing.
Grasping bouquets of fragrance sweet harmonic she knocked at door of heavy wooden truss of aged oak of question.
Crackling rushes whispered question of Who's there? Who's there? Who's there?
Red answered with small lilting tinkle of musical joy me me me. It's red. It's red. Grandma.
Opening door with slow leisure Esau stood within shadowy blue aroma light.
Eyes of heavy fringed butterfly lashes looked at him with eyes of wondrous unconscious sigh.
Smiling with wolfish flash of teeth brilliant white sharp he took hand of small fair and bade her enter.
Looking with eyes berry brown she shly came into the warm shadowed warmth caressed by heat of fire.
Slowly closing the distance far and near he said she is not here sweetly with another brilliant smile he Pulled her near with with unhurried haste.
Tossing hair of long he placed full lips of thrist to innocent buds of sugar sweet buds.
Clasping firm breasts of point he suckled long varying his movement of tongue around aeorole sweet perks.
Grasping firm buttocks he plunged within tightness of near channel of moist dew.
Muffling low cries of pain he luxuriously smothered kisses of consolement on willing learning lips of pout.
Thrusting hungrily he taught her the motion of lovers duel of delight.
Cresting coast after coast both hearts merged as one and became twine fast forever.

By Felicia McCaw