Beast vs Beauty

It started as a joke,
I was beauty, he was beast.
He gave the present,
No words to explain,
Ugly on the outside, pretty on the inside.
Shocking and horrendous, almost cute,
Black pools of darkness,
But a heart of gold.
Formal clothes, as if once a prince,
Trapped inside a horrible body.
Imbalanced,
Horns sticking out,
Brown tangled beard, that hangs past his chin,
Hair tied with a bow low into a ponytail,
Burnt sienna hair, skin soft like a cloud.
Fists clenched.
A beast, my beast toy.
Given by a friend, family, almost a Dad.