What's the time Mr Wolf ?

I was so young that day,
Never ready for the wolf's intentions,
i was too young to bleed,
To young to scream,
For the pleasure he received,

Childish thoughts render me,
Helpless, naive in my beliefs,
That the wolf could really love me,
Devour the one thing,
That wasn't his to take,

The grids of misplaced words,
Scattered on his desk,
Deceipher the meaning,
Before the time runs out,
No escape from his carnal claws,

Do i wear this dress tonight ?
Sell myself to his night,
Be wooed by the promises,
And undress in his darkness,
i'm ready for my close up,

Corruption on the cotton sheets,
My child now staining the bed,
Pierce and plunge with the spear,
Fall back and wait for the pain,
Tender skin now ripped and red,

Grip the pampered breast,
Too young to nurse an infant,
Fulfill his erotic thrills,
On a delicate body,
Not far past embryonic stage,

Cupboard harmonies,
Scream with the beating,
Bound, gagged and blind,
Lifeless as you take my soul away,
The lance digging deeper now,

What's the time Mr Wolf ?
Are you finished with little red yet?
Leave me stripped of pure clarity,
Of what you have just commited,
i ache from the inside out,

i'm his little wh0re now