Soft of voice, still sharp of teeth.
Fangs find flesh, rip rend beneath.
Clawed hands hold a poisoned quill.
Words weapons wielded, strike to kill.
Yet you come close, I wag spiked tail.
My love for you, it will never fail.
You see through my monstrous disguise
as I see beauty before my eyes.
Your kisses can both send me wild
and calm the beast, turn meek, mild.
Stay here with me for a little while.
Fanged mouth morphs to sweetest smile.
Hold hands gently within my paws.
I may be a monster but I’m yours.
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