“At your service, my Queen”, he announced.
“Your wish is my command”, and bowed.
But when did it become acceptable to treat a queen as your beck and call?
Such treatment should only be reserved to servants not worth a ****
If you say I mean this much to you,
Then why do I feel like a second rate pick-up girl?
A one night stand that’s gotten way overboard.
If you say I mean this much to you,
Then show me.
Make some time for me.
Climb a mountain for me
Skin a snake for me.
Pen me poetry and read it aloud.
Paint my face on a canvas.
Until then, I shan’t be at your beck and call.
WhatsApp Notification: “Come over tonight?”
Without giving it a second thought,
I launched the app and tapped on your saved address.
I’ll do this another time.
I’ll love myself tomorrow, I mumbled as I knocked on your door.
“Your royal highness, you’ve beckoned for my presence? It is I, your beck and call, at your service.”
Mar 21, 2021
Mar 21, 2021 at 6:38 AM UTC
“At your service, my Queen”, he announced.
“Your wish is my command”, and bowed.
But when did it become acceptable to treat a queen as your beck and call?
Such treatment should only be reserved to servants not worth a ****
If you say I mean this much to you,
Then why do I feel like a second rate pick-up girl?
A one night stand that’s gotten way overboard.
If you say I mean this much to you,
Then show me.
Make some time for me.
Climb a mountain for me
Skin a snake for me.
Pen me poetry and read it aloud.
Paint my face on a canvas.
Until then, I shan’t be at your beck and call.
WhatsApp Notification: “Come over tonight?”
Without giving it a second thought,
I launched the app and tapped on your saved address.
I’ll do this another time.
I’ll love myself tomorrow, I mumbled as I knocked on your door.
“Your royal highness, you’ve beckoned for my presence? It is I, your beck and call, at your service.”
First draft of my current feelings. Will try to update and polish later. Would love to receive feedback and critique.
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