Ceremony of Devotion

Ceremony of Devotion

In the dim light, whispers glide,
Softly guiding, side by side.
Silken ties are drawn with care,
A ritual begins, pure and rare.

The collar gleams, cool to touch,
Symbol of love, of trust so much.
It rests on skin, a gentle weight,
A sign of bond, a chosen fate.

Hands move slow, deliberate, true,
Eyes locked, understanding grew.
The clasp is firm, the metal cold,
Yet warmth within, emotions bold.

A click resounds, a quiet claim,
Two hearts entwined, no need for shame.
The air thickens with every breath,
A vow unspoken, till death, till death.

Fingers trace the circle round,
In this moment, they are bound.
The world outside fades away,
In this space, love holds sway.

Soft sighs echo, voices low,
A rhythm forms, steady, slow.
Each touch, each sound, a sacred rite,
In the stillness of the night.

The collar rests, the promise made,
In this bond, no fear, no shade.
Together they stand, strong, secure,
In this love, they will endure.