Amphitrite, Goddess of the Sea

At the edge Of the forest is Where they meet. Little Red Riding Hood Doesn't ever retreat. She was once So innocent Supple and fair. With big blue eyes and Flowing long blonde hair. Until she Was taught A few of life's Simple tricks. Her hair now Remains tied up. No more going out Too packed bars For drinks. She was pursued And still is now. The wolf would Never leave her Any room for doubt. He knows her deeper Than she knows herself. The wolf's den Is where she Finds her home. A place of shadows. Where their love Is made to roam. The trees Stand guard Like sentinels of old. As the wolf's eyes Burn bright With secrets untold. His gaze Holds her captive A prisoner of desire. As the wolf's presence Stirs a hunger that Sets her soul on fire. She feels his eyes Upon her. A caress that's Both gentle And rough. A reminder of The power he holds And a love that for her Is enough. In the silence They find a language That's all their own. A dialect of dominance And submission. Where love is The only throne. The wolf's touch Ignites a passion. That within her Cannot be tamed. As Little Red Riding Hood Surrenders to a love completely. Of which she is not ashamed.💫🖤