The Beast

I have three arms to hold you
Four hands to touch you there
A horse's phallus to console you
In the stench of country air
I am coarse and hairy
With a cast that hides a claw
And if the tail I wave while making love in the straw
Strikes you as bizarre
O how beautiful you are!

Cardinal Do Balo, brother of the crippled duke
Has arranged that we should marry
So that I can reproduce
But the legend of Romilda
And her struggles with a beast
Gives you pause and makes you question me
Telling me I'm only fit for the abbatoir
But o how beautiful you are!

Tеll me that you love me
Though it cannot bе true
I am a beast not a man
But at least I can fascinate you

In the danger of the forest
At the back of the estate
Feel my body coarse and horrid
As we begin to procreate
At the climax of the chase scene
A little lust mixed with your fear
In the legend of Romilda when
You meet the beast you meet my best avatar
But o how beautiful you are

Tell me that you long for me
Though it cannot be true
I am a beast, not a man
But at least I can penetrate you

The beast, the beast