Smartwoman

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.