Ode to Sir

I kneel before you...

Where would I be without you by my side?
I kneel before you, pledging to be true.
Imagining your hand atop my hide,
you threaten more, me whispering, “Please do.”
A formal service offer I give you
in hopes you’ll say yes to become my Sir,
and as your sub, I’ll see the journey through
the good, the bad, the love; of that, I’m sure.
My destiny awaits.  What will occur
if you so graciously accept me then?
I’ll strive to please, to serve, to love; we were
made for each other, I knew way back when.
         Knight to my maiden you will always be;
         I give to you myself so lovingly.

Author's note: A Spenserian sonnet.