Submission is a king’s prize
“Be still, my love”
I stand in front of him
In all his glory and twenty-twenty vision
A vision where I am all his
As he primps and polishes me
Brushing a hair over my shoulder,
a smile takes over
and then I,
spreading his favorite scent across each crevice
mahogany teakwood
Dressed in his favorite shirt and sweats
“Look alive, my love”
The sun was in my favor
Highlighting everything he loved of me
A smile is all it could take to fall in love
So I smile for him
I smile
for a deserving love