Would be a dream that i can be with you by my own charms, have the charisma to reclaim your hand, that my love for you can be reciprocated.
However, when i tried to make you fall in love, you just see a horrible monster come to you, my words, i guess that just horrible sounds that come from the hell itself for you, my hand, waiting for your warm and desired touching, just gets the absence from yours.
You know? I can't blame you, my dear man, after all, the terrifying and wild werewolf is front of you, you would be crazy if you think even treat me as a equal, a human.
I understand, so, for that reason, i will acts as the monster that we know i am.
Your lips, that i know that cries to help, but every call for help is drowned by my tongue passing for your mouth.
My monstrous hands are holding tightly your head, i know that is suffocating, but well, a monster don't left a chance to escape.
This isn't the way that i imagine our first kiss, however, the just feeling of your warm lips againts my own make it worth.
If being the most horrible monster, can give me a chance to reclaim you as mine, so, i will take it, i am sure, that, you will understand.