my highness

you coldly stare in the opposite direction
as i drink my tea
not a word moves your soft lips
not a emotion your body expresses
your yellow eyes masked by glasses stare deep into my soul
as you stroke my face and say
i shall devour you until the end
yes your highness
yes your highness
you say but i want to hear something
from your heart
you know that and you take advantage
caressing me softly
taking me
luring me almost teasing
yet you do not laugh
cold and mysterious
my butler
my claude
my highness