There is a side that he refuses to show
With fangs, claws, and a menacing glare
A beast he is called, yet I love him so
For I shall always be his to ensnare

Nevertheless, all he sees are paws
All furry and covered in dirt
So, everyday he opens his jaws
And howls at the sky in hurt

But paws, I tell him, can still embrace
They can hold me near and away from hate
That brews within the beats that lustfully chase
Until they find him instead, and suffer a ****** fate

Paws that protect can't possibly be tainted
By the gore that he sees through slitted eyes
All he needs are hands to be painted
In order to reveal a man in disguise

But I love the beast that he tries to hide
From the tops of tufted ears to the tip of his tail
I'd enjoy much less the company of tainted hands that lied
Than that of ***** paws that I know will always prevail