An Empress in Furs

“Beep-beep-beep” - your intrusive call,
I’ll answer a little bit later.
Instead of the tube, I feel an erect pistol,
Bullets of lust hit my temple

Confused and quivering blablabla:
".. I would, but can I? .. “ - naive hesitation
You are choking in ur golden collar ..
How are you, my sweet sinspiration?

The young page, devouring each word that I spill,
Kneels down by my golden, razor-sharp heels.
A sexy, exotic bird,
“Imprison me in a golden cage, please…”

Every romantic movie must end,
Popcorn is gone, boys grow up.
No way to press rewind or extend,
Time to search for a new young pup.

The Queen mourns her knaves of hearts,
A sinspirational shot for neurosis.
Pages have played their fleeting parts,
Amber eyes fade without young doses.

Do you dare to call me a demoness?
My way of sexisting - so audacious.
I know how to meet fear face to face,
But I don’t keep my birds in golden cages.