QUEEN FOR A DAY

I have longed to feel swept up in the feeling of love, the heat of passion and the consumption of fire. I have waited, looking on in scorn at those others that have gloried in their femininity and shown it.
Many a man have asked for my hand, and I have wondered what it is they have seen in me. I have felt nothing for them but platonic affection, and sometimes, irritation.
But tonight, here comes one who evokes deep longings within me- of what I know not.I have held on to sanity, like a man at sea, but tonight I long to let go. To be swept away and be part of his universe. To let loose my hair in the breeze and run barefoot on soft grass.

But in a sea full of women, how will he notice me? I am not the most beautiful according tothe fluctuating standards of this world. But I have arresting eyes, a throaty voice, a tinkling laughter. My tresses are long, my figure is excellent. I am gentle and my hands are soft. But I need extra weaponry.

I have talked to his confidante who advices me on what the object of my affection prefers and requires. My new friend, his confidante, has offered to help.

So I go into theraphy- lotions, toners, and moisturisers. I go on a diet, I am introduced tothe glamorous world of make-up and haute couture -high fashion. At the end of it all, even I can agree, looking at my reflection, that am beautiful, I just never paid attention.

Tonight is the night, my one night with him. Nothing caan be left to chance. I will use this night -and use it well I shall. My body is groomed, my skin is soft and glowing. My nails are done,my make-up is perfect. My new friend recommends a silly white dress in soft layers,a flower in my coiffured hair and perfume that is exotic but not over-powering.

I have wine prepared, and I have memorised his favorite jokes and interesting stories. I have read up on his favorite subjects and I have prayed for God’s favor.

I am ready, am shown into his presence. I am overwhelmed, but none of this shows on my cool exterior. Up close, he’s even better looking than I thought.

I am aware of the gravity of this moment.To present myself and brand his heart, leave a mark, solely mine so that he looks at no other, that for as long as we both shall live, his eyes will seek mine, that when am away, thoughts of me will haunt his dreams and his waking thoughts,that the pulse at the base of his throat will erratically beat at my nearness, his footsteps hastening him to my side. That tonight, after am done with him, ministering in respectful
submission, in respect and adoration to my king for one night; he will be my king for a day-everyday of his life, and I his adoring queen.