Twisted
This is a prequel poem to one I wrote years ago, 'The Gentleman and the Wolf'. It explains how they met and yes it's very weird, but this is the kind of thing that pops into my head. It's to go into my next book. Anyway, here it is...
He has a hunger that must be fed
and a fondness for the colour red.
Some ancestral memory he can always feel
linking crimson to a tasty meal.
He waits for me among the trees
smelling my scent upon the breeze.
He tastes my fear, innocent and sweet
all the better for him to eat.
If I ran fast I’d be safe, I thought,
after all, how likely was I to be caught?
But there he stands, made of lust and sin
sharp teeth showing in his wicked grin.
Before I can move he’s at my side
“No where to run, no where to hide.”
Tongue tasting terror close to my ear
he inhales the intoxicating smell of fear.
In his eye is a cunning gleam -
he covers my mouth as I try to scream.
Against the tree he pins my wrists
to stop my pitifully beating fists.
“You came into my woods, you see,
when all are surely warned of me.”
he growls as my eyes open wide:
“You knew exactly what you’d find.”
He laughs at me as I shake my head,
he revels in his victim’s dread.
His sharp teeth pierce my trembling skin,
a warning that I must give in.
“Be a good girl and I solemnly swear
I won’t harm you at all, not even a hair.”
He moves his hand away from my parted lips
and slides down to caress my hips.
“Now do as you’re told and take off the dress -
Such a pretty thing, I’d hate to make a mess.”
I refuse with a simple shake of my head
the wolf, enraged, tears it off instead.
Trying to cover myself in the shivering cold,
he tells me I’ll soon learn to do as I’m told.
“Now put your hands down and let me see
the treat I’ve got in store for me.”
They had all warned me, of course they had,
to go into those woods I’d have to be mad.
But I was tired of them saying “that girl’s not quite right”
I hadn’t known until now, I’d wanted his bite.
So I’d let him undress me and I don’t close my eyes
when I feel his tongue between my thighs.
I feel pleasure now like never before -
I pray he won’t stop, I just need more.
When he looks in my eyes there is no trace of fear,
He smiles knowingly and pulls me near.
My dress lies beneath me but I’m no longer cold,
I lean in to kiss him, feeling suddenly bold.
“I’m the big bad wolf, or didn’t you hear?
I’m the one all of the villagers fear.
So, you came to find out if the stories were true?”
I shake my head. “No. I came to find you.”
He bites my lip and tastes me bleed
but I do not struggle - I let him feed.
He seems surprised to hear me moan,
I’m proving to him now that he isn’t alone.
I kept my feelings secret, lest they think me a harlot
(bad enough that I dress all in scarlet!)
The truth is that unlike them I need a thrill -
I’m not dull and ‘proper’, not that kind of girl.
I feel him inside and suddenly I’m free -
no more pretence, at last I am me.
“I thought you were innocent, just like them, a bore.”
he kisses me and leaves me, just wanting more.
As if nothing has happened I make my way home
wishing, like him, I had freedom to roam.
Was it real? I wonder, even now,
when out in the woods I hear a wolf howl.
He has a hunger that must be fed
and a fondness for the colour red.
Some ancestral memory he can always feel
linking crimson to a tasty meal.
He waits for me among the trees
smelling my scent upon the breeze.
He tastes my fear, innocent and sweet
all the better for him to eat.
If I ran fast I’d be safe, I thought,
after all, how likely was I to be caught?
But there he stands, made of lust and sin
sharp teeth showing in his wicked grin.
Before I can move he’s at my side
“No where to run, no where to hide.”
Tongue tasting terror close to my ear
he inhales the intoxicating smell of fear.
In his eye is a cunning gleam -
he covers my mouth as I try to scream.
Against the tree he pins my wrists
to stop my pitifully beating fists.
“You came into my woods, you see,
when all are surely warned of me.”
he growls as my eyes open wide:
“You knew exactly what you’d find.”
He laughs at me as I shake my head,
he revels in his victim’s dread.
His sharp teeth pierce my trembling skin,
a warning that I must give in.
“Be a good girl and I solemnly swear
I won’t harm you at all, not even a hair.”
He moves his hand away from my parted lips
and slides down to caress my hips.
“Now do as you’re told and take off the dress -
Such a pretty thing, I’d hate to make a mess.”
I refuse with a simple shake of my head
the wolf, enraged, tears it off instead.
Trying to cover myself in the shivering cold,
he tells me I’ll soon learn to do as I’m told.
“Now put your hands down and let me see
the treat I’ve got in store for me.”
They had all warned me, of course they had,
to go into those woods I’d have to be mad.
But I was tired of them saying “that girl’s not quite right”
I hadn’t known until now, I’d wanted his bite.
So I’d let him undress me and I don’t close my eyes
when I feel his tongue between my thighs.
I feel pleasure now like never before -
I pray he won’t stop, I just need more.
When he looks in my eyes there is no trace of fear,
He smiles knowingly and pulls me near.
My dress lies beneath me but I’m no longer cold,
I lean in to kiss him, feeling suddenly bold.
“I’m the big bad wolf, or didn’t you hear?
I’m the one all of the villagers fear.
So, you came to find out if the stories were true?”
I shake my head. “No. I came to find you.”
He bites my lip and tastes me bleed
but I do not struggle - I let him feed.
He seems surprised to hear me moan,
I’m proving to him now that he isn’t alone.
I kept my feelings secret, lest they think me a harlot
(bad enough that I dress all in scarlet!)
The truth is that unlike them I need a thrill -
I’m not dull and ‘proper’, not that kind of girl.
I feel him inside and suddenly I’m free -
no more pretence, at last I am me.
“I thought you were innocent, just like them, a bore.”
he kisses me and leaves me, just wanting more.
As if nothing has happened I make my way home
wishing, like him, I had freedom to roam.
Was it real? I wonder, even now,
when out in the woods I hear a wolf howl.