I've always had this Little Red Riding Hood–type fantasy. I knock on a door wearing a sexy red cape with my little basket of goodies, but I'm surprised by who answers. It's not the person I was expecting. It's a man I don't know and we're standing close, too close for strangers.
I say, 'My, what big eyes you have.'
The rugged, slightly dangerous-feeling wolf replies, 'The better to see you with, my dear,' and I can feel his eyes traveling over my body.
I say, 'My, what big, strong hands you have.'
The wolf leans in closer and says, 'The better to touch you with, my dear,' and puts his hands between my legs.
I say in a breathless whisper, 'My, what full lips you have.'
The wolf grazes my mouth with his, lets his lips travel down my neck and says, 'All the better to EAT YOU with, my dear.'
You can imagine the rest.