A Collar Rests

A Collar Rests

In the quiet room, hearts echo loud,
Dominant’s hands tremble, strong and proud.
A collar rests between fingers tight,
Emotions swirl, dark meets light.

Eyes meet eyes, a silent plea,
Will you wear this, will you be?
Fear of rejection, a whisper’s dread,
Yet hope blossoms, love’s thread.

Submissive stands, heart in hand,
Worry dances, a shifting sand.
Am I enough, will I fulfill?
In this moment, time stands still.

Promises hang in the air, unsaid,
A journey’s start, where love is led.
Strength in yielding, power in trust,
Together they walk, dreams adjust.

The collar gleams, a bond anew,
A symbol of love, forever true.
Not chains of steel, but hearts entwined,
In this act, their souls combined.

The dominant’s pride, a roaring flame,
In this trust, no hint of shame.
A guiding force, a sheltering arm,
Protecting love, keeping it warm.

For the submissive, a soft embrace,
In surrender, they find their place.
No less, but more, in this reveal,
A sacred bond, deeply they feel.

Love unspoken, yet so clear,
In the act of collaring, no fear.
Two hearts as one, a unified beat,
In each other, they find retreat.

The collar snaps, a gentle click,
A promise made, both hearts quick.
In this moment, worlds collide,
No longer do they need to hide.

Deep pride shines in the dominant’s eyes,
For in this act, no disguise.
A partner trusted, loved, and cherished,
In each other’s arms, fears perished.

For the submissive, a glow within,
In their place, they truly begin.
Held by love, wrapped in care,
In this collar, they lay themselves bare.

Together they walk, hand in hand,
A shared journey, a promised land.
In love, in trust, they find their way,
Collared hearts, forever to stay.

No longer just two, but one complete,
In the collaring, their souls meet.
A bond of strength, of trust, of love,
Watched over by the stars above.

So in this act, emotions swell,
A story of love, forever to tell.
In each other, they find the key,
To a love that is wild and free.