he curse has always been there, deep inside my being
I’ve always been good at hiding it, keeping it from fleeing
But then she came along, my dearest Red
And now, the thought of her fills my mind with dread
Not fear of her but the fear of her safety
I’m afraid of what I would do to her. I can’t ever be too hasty
The thought of hurting her shakes me to my core
And I’m frightened by the thought of her being covered in her crimson gore
My little Red means the world to me, her presence calms me
Though it also ignites the monster inside; the creature she can’t see
Everything about her drives me and the beast insane
Her fiery hair, her silver eyes, even the freckles on her skin does something to me that I can’t explain
Her voice is like honey. So smooth, sweet, and leaves you wanting more
And God, her laughter is one of the many things I adore
Her scent of all is as intoxicating as her eyes
Like Lillies and ambrosia, and apple pies
I don’t know what it is or even why she has this effect on me
But what I do know is that I want her more than anything…but I can’t help but flee
I know well enough that if I let it free she would surely perish
That the wolf inside would tear apart the one person I strongly cherish
Is she a dream? Or is she for real?
Oh what I would give to hear her pleasure-filled squeal
To have her writhing under my frame and begging for more
And to feel her clawing my back and cry out like my own perfect whore
I wish to taste her apple colored lips and her tender sun-kissed skin
Would she feel like a dream? Or like a deadly sin
It doesn’t even have to be the full moon to feel that monster trying to come out
Making me growl and snarl. And let out a frustration-filled shout
Holding her hand as we walk along the road
Her tiny, soft hand. Fingers plump and round
I wish to kiss every single finger and make my way up to her lips
To look her in those beautiful eyes, my hands on her hips
I want just one moment of tenderness without that beast trying to escape
So instead I just stand and watch her pick flowers; in her crimson cape
They say that even a man whos pure of heart can still change into a wolf at night
When the wolfsbane blooms and the full moon is bright
Whoever said that was right. All they said was true
Because whenever it does come out, it’s her it will pursue
And when I’m away from her it only gets worse!
And the lingering memories of her figure and scent can’t keep containing the curse
Nights filled with lustful dreams have me growling and tearing everything apart
From my thirst for her very presence, and the loneliness of my heart
But no matter how much I want to have her and claim her as mine
I can’t bring myself to do such a thing; all for this ravenous canine!
She may be a woman, yes, but there’s still a hint of innocence in her still
A fair dame with the heart of a maiden. As lovely as the Daffodil
Her eyes hold a hint of innocent wonder and she still dances happily in the rain
Yet she also holds pure desire in those eyes. Something that still invades my brain
All I can do though is protect her from those who carry ill will
To play and use her, for the pleasure and the thrill
So when she asks me to accompany her on her walk to her grandmother’s house
I will hold her close and securely from those that wish to remove her blouse
I know she feels the same as I do, those feelings of the purest love
But I can’t let her know the monstrous lust that inside I shove
And yet even when I try to run and gently move her away
I can’t help but lean into the kiss; so sweet it makes my figure sway
I feel my teeth and claws grow sharp as blades
As we both share our passionate kiss there in the forest shades
She sees me change yet she doesn’t run away in fear
Instead, she lets me take her into my arms and hold her near
My darling Red is so small compared to my monstrous frame
And so queer we are together, the Wolf and his firey Dame
She can bring both the good and the ugly out of me
And as I let the wolf out, she refuses to flee
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