Le Petit Chaperon Rouge entre dans un bar. Assis au comptoir un loup affamé la déshabille du regard. Leurs yeux se croisent… elle frissonne.
Les loups sont des prédateurs redoutables, elle le sait, mais il est déjà trop tard.
Elle commande une bière.
- C'est pour lui.
La conversation commence, et à partir de cet instant elle ne s'appartient plus.
Hypnotique et grisant. Excitant et dangereux. Un piège subtil rempli de charme et d'audace se referme sur elle.
Rencontrer un loup c'est comme donner son âme au diable. C'est succomber à l'inconnu, se laisser tomber dans le vide. C'est faire du hors piste par temps d'avalanche.

Cette nuit il n'a aucune peine à s'inviter chez elle. Un verre, un disque, un baiser, une étreinte.
Les loups ne demandent aucune permission, ils prennent cruellement ce qui leur est dû, impertinents et désinvoltes ils dévorent leur proie sans scrupules.
Se faire croquer par un loup… Ahh! … la petite mort, comme c'est exquis…

He came across the little dear lady in the red
He said to her
‘Tempting, your weakness
Tonight it will end
Lie down with me, my sweet
Right here in this bed
I am your savior, my dear little lady in red
Take some time now, rest your dear head
Let me watch you, right here, right now, in this stead
For without me, you know you shall not be fed
Nor clothed, nor homed
Nor taken and wed
Without me my dear, you’re life you would dread
A lady like you, must always be led
So do as I like, and tonight…
You’re life will not end’
Taken and forced
To lie with him in bed….
Now that little hooded dear little lady in red….
Lay in wait, to ponder
A fitting reaction instead
To all that was said
And what he just did
Emotions a-swirling….
Many a thought in her head
Beneath her red hooded cap
His words orbiting like a trap
To react, would be curt
And with feelings so hurt
She’d be quickly dismissed
And then she’d be pissed
So using her wits
Which she did with great ease
She sliced and she diced,
Put that sly fox to his knees
She knew that her grandma
Would surely be pleased
She did it for her
And all the women he leased
And devoured
To vanish
Their lives he then ceased
That clever little hooded devil in red
Wasn’t at all as helpless as she before led
She wasn’t the helpless little girl
But instead
She knew life’s lessons
And she knew them quite well
And that story once told
To little girls everywhere
Diminished her capabilities
Full of lies it did bear
She was feisty little sprite
Clever as a tack
Little girls everywhere
Remember her….
Just as that

An exciting project to be involved with, the feminist pieces so far have been great!
And thanks Dr.Gory for using my song in the edit :)