My lady

Come and join me for a cup of tea.
I pour you some gourmet tea my dear.
I knew you fancy tea so much.
at the cafe in Marais.
The oldest teashop in Paris since 1854.

Sweetheart,
Kindly I greet you with a kiss on your hand, gently. with me wearing black leather glove.
Without even touching your precious skin on mine filthy.
I feed you from my lips if you need it. without even touching your sweet lips.

Take my hand darling.
follow me into slumber.
I would not sleep until you sleep.

I would not sleep next to you but I will stand.
watching--

as i can make a good perfume out of your hair, skin, lips.
Your pure oil condense in the chamber of distillation.
a dab of perfume made out of you will make them think i am a walking angel.

your heart dear,
is like the ship in a glass bottle.
I keep it like it was mine.

all of it is in my head.
and I would never harm such beauty God made.
but I can do anything regardless.

but,
I felt guilt although i did that you in my head.
I am a lunatic to you.

It was bright again,
The light of the sun pierce through the fancy lacy curtain.
and you woke up and saw me bow to you with my right hand over my heart.

you scream in fear.
because again you remember i was your lunatic.
you're my maniac.

you smile again and laugh.
yes you are a maniac darling.

Come--
I am the best.