Belle sprawled out on her bed
With a frustrated sigh
For her marital bliss
Had gone deeply awry
Her husband was sweet
With a dear kind of soul
But her sex life of late
Had taken its toll
He was tender and kind
When he took her to bed
But her one true desire
Had yet to be said
She had a dark passion
That she hadn't yet shared
To submit and give in
But she just hadn't dared
Hadn't told him that she
Missed his animal side
When he'd yell out and scream
And then cast her aside
He once came to her room
In the midst of the night
And the claws at her back
Had always seemed right
She wanted that beast
To come back in his place
Then spank her and flog her
And spit in her face
She wanted to scream
And be forcefully taken
Be beaten and battered
Left exhausted and shaken
But poor Belle didn't have
The relations she craved:
An erotic, tense bond
Between master and slave
Instead she was stuck
By decorum and rules
That outlined behavior
Of noble young fools
Since the curse had been lifted
Her prince was obsessed
With bland etiquette
As it's strictly expressed
It just wasn't proper
To talk of such things
Whether out in the open
Or in bed with the king.
So she kept thoughts to herself
As she just went along
With whatever he pleased
Even though it was wrong
She eventually learned
To find her own pleasure
And conjure up pictures
At the time of her leisure
She'd imagine him as
What he once used to be
Then get off and cry out
With a hint of a plea.