Candle

soft steps through darken night
silent moves by candle light
a touch, a whisper, a promise
a brief glimpse of the Mistress

left alone in a world of dreams
nothing quite the way it seems
waiting for Her return
flicking candles softly burn

hands tied above
feet below by the One I love
waiting for Her to begin
is my want a sin?

silent footsteps enter once more
soon to learn what the wait was for
later as I fall to sleep
the candle in remembrance I keep