I Want To Be Your Queen Every girl has a dream, And i have plenty. My dreams are in alphabetical order, And when i land on the letter Q, I want to be your Queen. I want to continue wearing my hair coarse, To symbolise the crown i proudly wear to humble myself before you. To neatly tie its locked ends around my head and cover them with a doek. I want to wear a dress Not to impress But to give you respect. To cover my breasts, arms, belly, thighs, knees and legs for the world to envy what you see behind closed doors, Because i want to be yours. I want to be your pillar of strength. To be your shoulder to lean on when you grow weary. To be strong for you when you go weak. To be your stamina when you are fatigued. I want to be your adrenaline rush, The reason you wake up daily and put a smile on this chubby face of mine. I want to be your sunshine And shine through your darkest days. To be the ultraviolet rays of light at the end of your darkest tunnel. I want to be your stars at night to watch over you, Your moon to reflect the good in you. I want to be your warm winter days, I mostly want to be your snow to cover you with a blanket of immaculateness. I want to be your best friend, The one person whose trust, love care and honesty will never end. The one whom will be the reason you will be a proud husband. I want to be like your own addiction wrapped with an elastic band, Your personal brand of heroin. I want to be your Queen, And allow you to be my King. I want you to make love to me, To make love to me in a way that the Goddess of orgasms will arrest us for doing it more perfect than her. I want to respond to every position you call your pelvis to move, I want to close my eyes, Grip on the sheets, Listen to our bed frame and follow your lead. Because i want to offer my womanhood for you to rule, To hold it with care, lead me to motherhood And make me not forget the pleasures of sisterhood. I want for your gentle hands to hold and caress me, To fight for me and protect me. I want the same hands to comfort and lead me. I want to be the reason a part of you lives, To carry it with me everywhere i go. I want for the same part of you to leave stretch marks on my belly to remind me of the love i have for you To accommodate a part of you. I want to be the reason you will hold an innocent version of yourself. I want to be your nurse, To wash and bandage your fears. I want to inject you with the reality that I am yours, you are mine, And together we are the reason the moon and sun are not friends. I want to prescribe medication for you that will make you remember that, In sickness and in health, In poverty and in wealth, I will remain the reason why you were given birth and brought to earth. Because a King cannot reign Without its Queen. Copyright (c) 2014. Lady Black Poet. All rights reserved
Posted on: Mon, 18 Aug 2014 06:00:03 +0000
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