A dozen roses at my door
I'd like to thank you, sir
The petals will just wither, but the thorns are all I want

A dinner lit by candlelight
I'd like to thank you, sir
The candle will look lovely once it drips onto my skin

A pair of earrings, made of love
I'd like to thank you, sir
But first, I need to feel a needle piercing through my skin

A pair of heels that touch the sky
I'd like to thank you, sir
The pain to break them in will be a lovely little grief

A ring you gave me while you knelt
I'd like to thank you, sir
This surely will show off our bond when in Vanilla Land

Collars, gags, and whips and chains
These gifts all seem ideal
But anything you give me, sir, is always what I need