White Gold & Yellow Roses

You kneel before me in submissive surrender
Head bowed, a yellow rose in hand
In a whisper, you tell me, "For You, Sir."
The offer made, time frozen
I pluck the flower from your grasp
Accepting your precious gift
Hearts beat faster, the moment nears
Nothing will be the same
The white gold is cool against your skin
As I place my collar around your neck